Redsand Canyon hactenus

Aquene became aware of the presence, but with it she smelled no blood or illness, and so she let herself finish her task, slowly storing the yarrow stems away before turning her attention to who lingered within the edges of her vision, her eyes widening. “Imperator.” She greeted respectfully with the dip of her head in greeting, not sure what she had done to earn such a visit, especially since from a quick once-over he seemed to be free of injuries.

It still felt odd to her to use titles instead of names, but she was slowly getting used to it. “Is everything okay? Can I be of any assistance?” It was what she argued she did best, helping others, especially those she had devoted herself to as she had to him and the Matrona when she had joined the ranks of Mereo. She was still learning the rules, and customs, but it was coming along at a pace she deemed acceptable.