Redsand Canyon Frourós

When she met his eye, she began to speak about things that she would have liked to have told him before that moment. Arsenio drew his ears forward and listened. She couldn’t hear well. This surprised him, for she seemed to have done a fine job to understanding. He was curious to know how she had learned to overcome such a thing. The man could not count the number of times he relied on his ears when facing battle. A master warrior who could not hear well sounded like something out of Greek myth.

Towhee then apologized for her attitude when they had met at Akashingo. Arsenio’s smile grew wider. It was not that he would accept her apology, not right away. He appreciated her words, but they had time before he would trust what she offered.

I am not a man who likes Akashingo, or its ruler. On that day, you did catch me with one of the few who I consider a friend. Sayf is… bound to the Pharaoh, but he is a good man, and he has a good heart in him. I was not pleased to see his feelings hurt. As for the subject of coyotes being things of pleasure, Arsenio did not wish to speak. He had freed Tamar from a similar fate. The weight of having left Sayf behind was a difficult one, but he knew that Sayf adored the Pharaoh and would do well.

A spar would be good, yes. It is how warriors know each other.

Arsenio moved to position himself immediately in a sparring stance. The light in his gaze shone a little brighter.