Ocean's Breath Plateau scarabs

helios. surya. Ra. he noticed machiavelli led with what was known to akashingo, and admired this lithe slight of tongue that he did not think would have caught his notice had he been born royal. the graceful fellahin remained standing, and at last he rolled to his own feet with a laugh.

"shall we move further, toward the forest?" senmut encouraged, gesturing to the sprawl of sequoias which climbed a small rise. "such magnificent trees, and among them you might feel free to tell me such anguishing tales," he teased. "it strengthens my priestly heart." an invitation, and if the fellahin should demur, the holy man would neither press nor comment.

"i am not well versed in all there is to know," the erpa-ha went on. "to study the gods is to remain always in a state of ignorance, and this must be accepted as truth by every hem and hemet."

but he preached! the prince grew self-conscious, and looked away warmly to their surroundings. "i have spoken at length of my interests," he jested in a self-deprecating tone as his eyes returned to the perfection of machiavelli's countenance. "i wish to be silent while you tell me your own."