Haunted Wood Cicada night

he smiled. "i would enjoy that."

when their path widened into a circlet of yellow green, studded with the waving white faces of daisy-flowers, the eagle paced a small distance away, then turned to face crowfeather.

"you learn your body in a spar, and how best to use it."

the distinction between their figures was a notable one, but germanicus suspected that beneath the slimly-built lines, there was strength waiting to be initiated.

"now. attack me," he invited, stance loosened and gaze settled invitingly upon the shadow.