Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

Tamar did not leave him immediately. This surprised the dark yearling. He regarded her warily, wondering why she might stay, why she would wish to remain there with him when he could offer nothing but dismay.

She wished to know what was easy. Crowfeather felt himself start, then he blinked thoughtfully at the maid. Until he had met Germanicus, most things in his life had felt difficult. It had only taken a short time. The soldier had made so many things seem easy, natural. The weathered eagle had breathed life into the shadow.

Counting- counting fireflies, he said softly. Fishing in the river.

Oh, but even these memories ached inside of him.

What is easy for you, Tamar? Please speak of something to take these thoughts from me.