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The beach and adjoining plains were breezy this time of year, the wind tangling Ramses' mane and tail as he grazed. Still, the territory he lived in was fairly safe, almost to the point of boring, and with Khufu keeping an eye out there were very few risks that he faced. Finally he had eaten his fill and he perked up a bit, breaking into a trot as he headed toward a nearby stream to get a drink.

The only thing really missing was an audience. He wasn't sure where Sienna was, and obviously Zuriel was in the water somewhere. His sons had been gone for quite some time now, though every once in a while he had word from Seiram or he stopped by for a visit during his wanders. Khufu...well, Khufu already knew how wonderful he looked, what a striking figure he made with his neck arched just so and his graceful movements. He was caught up in his own head for a moment and was only jarred out of his thoughts when something appeared directly in his path.

It had been some time since he had seen a basket, and he snorted in surprise as he halted in front of it. "Khufu! Khufu I need you!"

The hawk was never far from the stallion, and he came winging in with a rustle of feathers to perch on Ramses back, not even bothering to really look at the basket. Khufu had seen it earlier, and knew that eventually Ramses would head this way. How very exciting it would be for his lord to find the basket all by himself. "Oh benevolent and most handsome lord, you called for me?" There was not a hint of falseness to his voice, for the words out of his mouth were ones he believed in. Strongly.

Ramses nodded, stamping the ground near the basket as he examined it. "I don't think Sienna was expecting baskets," he finally said. "Do you think there is a stranger in my lands? Surely they would want to come pay homage to me if so." He tilted his head, still eyeing the basket as if he thought it might do something. "Unless...do you think the basket might be homage?"

Khufu pulled at a strand of his mane to straighten it before answering. "My lord, I do believe this is what you wished for. It seems that even the stars acknowledge your magnificence." His voice was filled with awe, and the stallion would never know that he had been thinking of just what to say since he had first laid eyes on the basket earlier that day. "It is only right and just for your bloodline to spread. For a young foal to be raised under you wise and gentle care."

The stallion did not think long on those words, instead nodding his head and giving a soft nicker of agreement. "You're right, I owe this to the world. Khufu, I place you in charge of looking over this basket and ensuring my child's safety. I shall go partake of the stream." With that he headed off, and within moments Khufu followed his instructions, launching off of him and going to circle the basket, finally perching on the woven container.

Even as he drank from the stream Ramses couldn't help wondering when he had made such a wish. Oh well, the results were probably good. And really, how hard could it be to raise a foal?

Ramses hadn't expected Khufu to return quite so soon. But here the hawk was, flying ahead to alert him to the foal frisking along after him. And what a sight the foal was. Her mane and tail were black like his, and her body was also the same as his. After that she was...odd. Not bad per say, just different. For one she had wings that helped her balance just about as much as they threw her off balance, reminiscent of a sunrise. There were splashes and splotches of color on her. But the weirdest bit was the four eyes she stared at him with as she came closer, blue eyes surrounded by darkness, looking as if they wept blood.

"So this is what the stars sent me?" He was looking at the foal, but he knew that Khufu would still answer his question, and he was not disappointed.

"This young lady is surely here in homage to you. Simply look at the colors they have chosen to adorn her with my lord. Yes, I am convinced this must be your child, and who would recognize one of your flesh and blood better than I? I who have served you faithfully since you were a foal, I who care for you more than anyone else could ever hope. It is my humble opinion that this is your child Lord Ramses, and you can begin blessing her with both your presence and, if you would be so kind, a name."

"A name?" He tilted his head, moving forward a pace of his own, studying her. She should carry a part of me with her I believe. Something that marks her as being part of my family even when I am not at her side. Both of my sons have been graced with the first part of my name," he told her, his words almost solemn as he stared down at her. "So I shall give you the other half. You shall be called," he paused for effect in the middle of his declaration, letting the tension build (or trying to considering that the foal seemed easily distracted, but at least Khufu was benefiting), "Sesen."

There was a certain thrill to be found in the way his foal looked at him, all four eyes open wide and shining in adoration. He preened under her gaze, basking in the waves of approval from both her and Khufu (not that he'd felt anything else from the bird).

"Yes, well, my lady seems a bit old for a young filly such as yourself. I believe a different title would be more fitting. Khufu, what other options do we have?"

His familiar ruffled his feathers and clacked his beak, preening himself at being called on for advice. "Your highness, your eminence, Princess, your majesty," he was launching into a list, but Ramses knew when it was time to cut him off.

"Yes, my little princess. How fitting. Now then child, come with me and I will show you my lands as Khufu begins the tales of my deeds."