Cedar Sweep I wonder what it's like to be my friends

thank you, and the same wishes back! <3

"i will do that." finally, a smile chased the ghost of its tail across germanicus' stoic face. "be well, arlette, saint of the dying light." something to fill the mouth, but a honeyed bite. 

he was turning then, greystone headed away from alabaster, into the long white hills that separated kingslend from the rest of the world, tucked back and back. upon his journey, the centurion found it pleasant to think upon how kindly arlette had treated him, as if he were flesh and blood, not merely a guard or a man who did not wear rich brown robes.

to the king's side he went, but the memory of that day would belong to germanicus forever.