Haunted Wood plerusque

Do you think so?

Crowfeather’s voice was a cracked whisper.

The lantern yellow of his eyes found their familiar place on the older man’s rugged features. He admired the silver there for a few moments, somehow finding something new with each brush of his gaze.

I do not feel as frightened, with you. The seer so easily remembered how he had felt before meeting Germanicus. Crowfeather did not miss that aching loneliness. The weight of having given up had been unbearable.