Nocturne Summit the faces staring back at me look like somebody else

bidding @Crowfeather to wait for him near the lake, to practice his hunting, germanicus set back toward the way they had come.

the saints. knowledge of their war-ways drew the tactician back toward stone.

but the entrance evaded germanicus. he soon found himself upon a high place that welled with water. and he was not alone here.

a figure smaller than he, the hues of silver-blades as himself, though her own tones deepened the closer he approached.

ranger stride halted. "hail."

inside himself, germanicus did not know what had caused him to cease his step. he meant to visit the strath again, then rejoin his — mind falling flatly on that again, focus turned completely now to the form who had suffered great injury, yet stood with a smooth bearing.