Redsand Canyon Mikró

The man beamed at her confirmation, pleased to be considered a champion to her. Pleased, still, by the loving light of her gaze as she considered her plans. Arsenio gravitated toward her, drawn by her words and her fragrance.

Perhaps the bluebirds for the lady’s children? Small gifts for small treasures, he thought aloud, canting his head this way and that in wait for her thoughts. The bluebirds could make for nice items for puppies. Arsenio thought that he could get a larger bird’s cloak for the lady Imperator. A gold-red hawk’s feathers would compliment the blue.

Bluebirds for babies and… a hawk for the lady mother? Arsenio nudged Tamar softly. I will soar to the peak and back again, my love.