Redsand Canyon Estía

It warmed him to think that the autumn leaf was finding friends, even in the wife of the Roman. He could not help but to smile at her. Akashingo already felt so far behind them. The weight of the Pharaoh’s pressure had been lifted from his shoulders. He could only hope that Tamar felt the same relief.

When she spoke of her desires to keep the history of Mereo, Arsenio blinked. The Greek laughed happily, pressing his chest to the fires of her fur.

My love, you have kept your talents from me. I should like to be blessed with a historical telling, if you would honor me with it. The glacial blue of his eyes fixed on her. His heart clenched with love.

Tamar, I have… I have a question for you that is rather important.