Hideaway Strath sarcophagus

the strath was filled with children and teeming with activity. it was almost exactly as yuelong had been, and ramesses again, thrown lowly where a man of his standing did not belong.
but he had been humbled by Amun, and led here.
scribe.
he felt as if he were drowning.
ramesses wandered the stone-studded fall of land that made the gates. here he caught their scents, now with his own, he supposed.
in his gut, the wanderlust absent.
nostrils flared, and he plodded grimly on, watching the water rush below. @Kynareth Deagon. grandmaster. far above pharaoh now, and yet the gold-dust creature found himself noble still. he had cleaned from himself the grime and the blood, and while his figure remained slight, ramesses felt that Iset had restored to him his beauty.
princely against the shadow of an afternoon sun.