Lost Creek Hollow venustas

There was something wildly refreshing about his thoughts of Germanicus, and all the more so now that they were unexpectedly reunited. The man's gently commanding, lucid presence was like a shelter in a snowstorm, a pool in a wasteland, a cool breeze in Summer. Ico smiled when he spoke, and shyly let his gaze linger, and staunchly resisted the temptation go forth and kiss his silver cheek.

Germanicus, I've been... catching rabbits. I even caught one just this afternoon, he announced rather suddenly for such a timid lad, gesturing briefly back over his shoulder at the woodlands where he'd made his hunt. I've been following your advice, finding and keeping the shadows.