Redsand Canyon exordium

tamar looked around the room.

it was not gaudy. it was not opulent. she was thankful for that. her pale eyes had traced the bluestone as they passed underneath, and now she looked at the small details of the bedchamber. that was what it was; she noted the beds in the corner. it struck her that ruenna and the roman did not sleep in the same bed.

she would have given much to lay next to arsenio all this time.

the girl sat gingerly upon the cot and watched the slim shoulders of the woman, working in the semi-dark. she was not sure what to say and so she said nothing. satsu enjoyed silence. it was what the former fellahin knew how to give.

she wondered what arsenio and germanicus spoke of, walking in the snowy darkness. tamar thought of belen.