Redsand Canyon Home hearth

maxim had, apparently, struck a certain chord with the other soldier. truthfully maxim saw no need for an apology to himself. an apology to towhee maybe. although he wondered if she wanted one even too.

and then he grew awfully grim.

maxim let his features settle into something more befitting a soldier. neutral but a bleakness to his gaze. he was reminded all at once that he did not have the battle experience some of the others had. he was here being refined into a solider. not born as one, not one made from wars.

none — and i know my luck for it. unless the man think he truly was still some sort of boy. do you wish not to know the others in case they die in battles?