Lone Star Mountain You think you know witches from stories and such,

the farther germanicus trudged west, the more dour his expression grew. despite his trained control, the soldier was hard-pressed not to turn along one shoulder and look back toward the land where he had left ico.

the bright-gazed woman had led him to a towering mountain, and germanicus was resistant. he did not care for the stone crags, and nor would he cross them without locating the vestal and informing him first. "what are your plans, célnes?" the eaglebound inquired directly, bunching hackles as he stared off into the rainy air beyond the edge of a stone shelf.