Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

"i would." brook had no reason to refuse; ramesses rose to stand alongside her, though he kept a good deal of distance between herself and his own figure. not so far as to be forced into shouting toward the girl. a modest space, and he took a silent pleasure in arranging this so that she might take notice.
his interest was sharpening; she made herself forbidden. but nothing was forbidden to pharaoh. the darksea lazuli of his eyes played briefly over her face, and then he was turning toward the last direction he had seen aditya. "do you enjoy having the ocean so close?" so far, brook had given nothing of herself, but ramesses was not yet dissuaded.