Bramblepoint Rose petals

Cursing internally, Crowfeather searched his memories. He could never tell when Germanicus would become stiff, dutiful.

The two had ventured through several subjects that the seer would have considered to be too intimate, too close to the heart, and Germanicus had answered his questions with heart and even consideration. What was it that prevented such a response this time? Why did he feel he needed to raise his walls?

Germanicus, the dark figure began, not looking at the older man, do wanderers wander forever? Until they can’t anymore?

When are you going to leave me?