Lion Head Mesa زهرة ضباب mist walker

"i do."
caressed by jawahir, ramesses observed. the man was large and made of grey tones. the eyes were beautiful, the gaze perhaps even bashful as sakai looked away from the pharaoh.
"i am the Morning and the Evening Star, Blessed of Amun, He Who has Shaped the Red World. i am ramesses. you will call me pharaoh."
"he has not come to be an entertainer?" he said to jawahir, though it was more an observation. "do you come as a traveller seeking solace, or a joiner?"