Altar of Twilight A shooting star

he stood with wind beneath the argent hues of his pelt. here the wind could not reach them, and the stone walls stood in eldritch light. germanicus let out his breath.

"the fragrance of lake rodney does not exist here." the ranger met crowfeather's seeking with the directness of his own look. he was impressed, and respectfully looked away as the other recovered himself.

"do you remember the way to brecheliant?" he asked softly, remembering the errand they had agreed to fulfill. their travel had become introspective and long-winded. yet germanicus had no complaints to lodge, and took the air again.

not yet to their stopping-point, then. the eagle had not forgotten this glen.