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

she was pleasant. germanicus relaxed in the sound of her laughter, though never formally disarmed. she remained a stranger, albeit one intriguing enough to pique the soldier.

but his eyes kept watch, and his gaze was never still. "forgive my bluntness. where did you receive your name?" he asked. two. the second. of daughters? but she was scarred. second of a battle-field, perhaps.

he filled the silent thereafter with the quickened sound of his steps.