Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

If it was a blush he wished, it was a blush he received. Brook felt herself grow warm with his words, her eyes turning toward the ground and her feet twisting into the earth. She knew little of her father’s god, and she did not understand the concept completely. A god was faraway, and she scarcely had the capacity to deal with what was right in front of her. She did not know why Pharaoh told her this about his god and her father’s. Perhaps he thought she shared the same god as Aditya.

A dancer? she asked. She knew what dancing was, but she did not understand what he meant by it. Finding her place in the world had been difficult, so any lead on it was of interest to her.