Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

it was not long before ramesses caught sight of the girl. she had turned to watch him, but it was the tension in her small figure halted the newest to aditya.
it seemed, almost, that she might flee him. with no intention of running himself into a ragged breath, the man chose not to move forward. instead his nostrils took in the taut aura. 
"the prophet, he is your father?" pharaoh crooned with a soft wave of his plume. the arrogant veil had not been put down, but ramesses had put it secondary to his untoward interest in this one.