Firefly Glen Nighttime coming

germanicus had instructed himself in this one before. all he met would be pagans. did he not even once serve as guard to an antlered king?

but this was different, somehow. crowfeather said his name once more, and germanicus drew an audible breath. "we are auxilia. it would only matter if you wanted to be part of a legion."

tension limned the silver tracery of his body. the eagle was silent and brooding alongside crowfeather. a moment dashed, and germanicus was deeply ashamed he had been the one to do it.