Redsand Canyon pollis

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ruenna had a faith in him that germanicus did not posses. her kiss lingered upon his cheek. the eagle watched quietly as she turned away from him, the soft curve of her neck mirroring that of her belly. she would be a wonderful mother, a fine credit to maternal love and instinct.

and yet he questioned his own. suppose he was too harsh?  suppose he faltered? suppose he panicked at the pinnacle of the moment?

later as ruenna slept, he would find himself awake again, watching upward the ceiling of their home. there was much to ponder. germanicus kept his breathing even.

perhaps in dreams it might come to him.

the imperator who put such faith in logic found himself standing at the precipice of something far more emotional than he had canvassed yet before.

and his heart was beginning to terraform itself.