Lion Head Mesa tenax

germanicus nodded in the darkness. crowfeather would not be able to see him. and yet this simple gesture would keep the eagle reined. 

"you insisted that one of us go to the sunspire. i forbade it from being you. but you left all the same."

his throat felt rather tight. he had blamed himself for this each and every day.

the weight of the shadow next to him brought a soothing confusion. 

"i have not been truthful about the way i feel when you look at me, crowfeather."

the syllables hung like globes of iron between them.

he thought compulsively of ruenna's offer.