Lion Head Mesa Covered in gold, forgetting my skin

crowfeather questioned.

germanicus in that moment did not have an answer. he thought of the last time that the shadow and he had been within this room. 

guilt welled sharply within him. an apology lifted to his lips. the yellow eyes shone with an inscrutable and naked pain.

in the next, the imperator's face had changed. he did not know the man who entered. but the aura of the other's stare was dangerous. pharaoh had many harlots. this man was not one of them.

crowfeather's voice was inquisitive. germanicus set his impassive look upon the stranger. "such wounding requires a vigilant eye."

"you are a tradesman, are you not?" the eagle inquired neutrally.