Lake Rodney vinitor

germanicus did not answer until they were safely ensconced among the towering bark-sides. the first fat drops of rain had begun to fall, pitting the summer-dry earth until it darkened and began to drink.

"once. twice."

he did not like to talk of these things when it came to himself. "but this is the road to which i return. always. it is my fate."

germanicus had accepted this, and lay down beside his companion to wait through the hours of storm to come. "how did you come to be alone?"