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

his companion seemed to have a mood for talk, and so germanicus slowly stepped back, leaning against the rock face. "it was my plan to return." with or without ico, the soldier supposed, but would prefer to bring the vestal along. existence among the déorwine siblings would keep him always at arm's-length.

but to have a purpose was more acceptable to the guard than wandering. for so long as célnes wished his protection, he would give it. gaze shifted thoughtfully to the drizzle beyond their resting place. "do you think the rain will ever stop?" the man grunted, settling with a silent relief to his tired haunches.