Redsand Canyon The bells.

a patrol cut short by the call of towhee — for both himself and the imperator. some part of him hurt and worried all over again. yet he reminded himself this was good. it would give them what they wanted, as they retired. something he felt far too young for, but loved towhee too much to consider not retiring alongside with her.

as he approached, the imperator was given his respect. a bow and warm look.

towhee was given something softer, kinder, as he drew up alongside her.