Fairspell Meadow Something tells me

germanicus watched crowfeather for a long time. he was at once too weary and too harried to put forth the rhetorical choices again.

"might we revisit this after akashingo?" the centurion asked next. he felt as though their minds must be attuned to this next task. and yet he knew it would leave the rest of this conversation undone.

the eagle did not have the merit for it in this moment. the deeper that he and crowfeather cut into the bedrock of one another, the more reticent and guarded he felt himself becoming.

and he did not want to close against the young hunter.