Redsand Canyon Chionóptosi

the roman did chuckle this time, blowing breath from his nostrils. "pistéveis óti tha ginómoun kalós misthofóros?" he teased, using the language he had not for a time.

but in his mind he thought of arsenio's words. the man burned for tamar. it was apparent in every look he gave to her. it was in the determination to protect her that he had carried as a guard. and it bloomed now in the way that he spoke of passions. of love's flame.

he remembered how his heart had thrummed the night that he told the shadow he would not be returning in the same capacity. the agony of it tormented him. moreover, it had been the sound of crowfeather's voice. "such emotions have a sword hidden in them. i bear much respect and affection for lady ruenna. i have faith it will become more."