Bramblepoint Rose petals

again, the vagueness from one who knew how to wield their language.

germanicus felt a hot flush start between his shoulders, inching between shoulderblades and cowling him from nosetip to chest. he felt surely that the bright burning of it must be visible, though it was not.

"why do you ask?"

he did not stop to evaluate their discourse for two paths; he took the first one and did not look back.

there was a true curiosity sparkling in him, and for now, the details of the forest around them were unconsciously gathered. his mind was upon the shadow, and how he might respond.