Redsand Canyon stones

No matter her tone, Arsenio grinned toothily at her. Something in his belly told him that he liked being ordered to assist, enjoyed that she had found a place where she could speak to him that way. He would have plucked ticks from their furs, if it was what she had desired. Shaking the dust from the pelts in their den would be an easy compromise.

When Tamar mentioned young ones in Mereo, the Greek felt his neck grow warm. The glacial blue of his eyes found her face and held it.

I do not know. If I am to be honest, I would not have guessed that Germanikos knew how to make children. Arsenio laughed. He thought highly of the Imperator. There were times when he did not understand the stoic nature of the man, but it did not make him any less of a good soldier. In fact, I would have thought he’d marry his work before taking a wife!

The thought of children filled him with warmth.

My love, what names do you like for young ones? I have been thinking to ask you, but I do not wish to be pushy when you might still be settling.