Sunbeam Lair seorsum

When the Roman had asked if he could call upon her again she certainly hadn’t imagined he would. Hesitantly, she looked up to the storm clouds above, rolling in their own turmoil, signifying rain would come. And she felt her heart flutter to her chest—the rain always had her out of sorts when she was out in it. 

And so she hurried. Statuesque, Germanicus was higher outside, the lair where they had met before just below, and she slowed, copper-tipped tail wavering as she took in the sight. Yes, he cut an impressive figure—a soldier with the weight of many on his shoulders.

As she neared, her honeyed eyes lifted to the skies, ears flicking at the lightest hint of a passing storm.

Imperator, she greeted, her form swaying as she stilled closer to him, willing him to look at her once more as he had done before.