Redsand Canyon remando

If anything could have kept Arsenio from Germanicus’ call, it was Tamar.

The Greek had happily spent his time with her, doing anything that she wished, doting upon her, bringing gifts that he had found on his patrols of the canyon. None of it was mundane and all of it had filled him to the brim with warmth, love, and a sense of boyish clumsiness.

Arsenio prowled to the meeting place with his wife, nudging her haunch softly before he moved to join the other Auxillary. The Greek could not help but to let his gaze wander to where she was. A smile curled his lips each time he found himself searching where she sat. Seeing her smile thrilled him.

The mercenary was finally able to pull his eyes from his wife and focus on the Roman, waiting to hear what Germanicus might say.