Lion Head Mesa Tréla

shoko felt something unknowable, but he couldn't put a name to it. it wasn't just ramesses' expression that made him feel this way. it was the grandiose emptiness behind it. shoko was out of his element and he knew it.

he dipped his head subserviently. even he could tell that invitation was not to be refused. arsenio was given a quick farewell nod of his head, before shoko turned and followed ramesses to his quarters.