Sunbeam Lair infensus

sorry abt the wait!

”My mother wore your hues, if it matters.” The new information is interesting to say the least. The word cursed is whispered in the depths of his mind. It’s the only way to explain his stripped colors, despite his mother’s supposed brown coat. If his sister were to chose Germanicus as her sire, would the offspring bare their coats or his? He hoped they’d be brown, for Célnes’s sake, but that wasn’t something he needed to be concerned with right now. It’s too early.

Not at the moment. I’ll give you a call when you’re needed. Cenric began to walk past. He still needed to find his kin. It was nice speaking to you, Germanicus.