Lion Head Mesa Covered in gold, forgetting my skin

in the days to come, germanicus must fight alongside this man. sihaya el-sayal. a man of the desert. 

germanicus had little understanding of who this one's people might be. it seemed akashingo gathered many creatures of the sunlight. and yet this one sharpened immediately in his mind.

he would heed the warning. before the eagle was able to make his response, slate stepped among them. she was brisk and protective. he had become accustomed to her brusque manner of speaking. germanicus appreciated the defense of her words, and as he stepped back to allow her the necessary space, he looked at crowfeather.

the boy did not seem to be present among them.

"i am germanicus. i am the one that your pharaoh has named as royal chief tactician." suddenly he did not want sihaya here. but neither did he wish to leave crowfeather alone. "you have found him. what do you seek?"