Redsand Canyon Mikró

Tamar had given it some thought. She wanted to gift the Matrona with a large, feathered bird, something that could be both practical and pleasant to the eye. Arsenio thought it was sweet of her, wanting to do something for the Imperator’s wife. When Tamar turned to ask what he thought, he sucked in a mouthful of air and then exhaled it slowly.

I think that my wife is thoughtful and kind.

Then, Arsenio chuckled softly to her. The word she had used was unfamiliar, but he did not mind it – not when she looked at him that way.

I will be your champion! Which bird is most fitting for the lady Imperator? Arsenio would hunt it down and would be sure to leave its feathers in a fine state.