Otter Creek obsidian

"He is the God of the Sun, He Who Makes the Land Turn to Gold." ramesses let his eyes caress her figure in open agreement, lingering upon the curve of her waist and the way her mouth danced with good humour. 
"i should like to know the name of this feral little goddess," pharaoh commanded, pausing to gently circle closer. he himself did not give his identity; not yet. ramesses wanted to know if she was someone easily dazzled.
his lapis eyes drank her in.