Sunbeam Lair seorsum

germanicus was aware he was being measured by meadow. it was in a far different way than he was used to evaluations. he knew enough to understand that the expression in her eyes was a message.

the eagle was only unsure if he wished to reach forth and take it. he was a tactician and yet none of his skills mattered in moments such as these.

her words were pointed. rain poured across the land. his yellowpaint eyes locked with her own. "hope." it felt like a clumsy and garbled thing to say. but meadow worked in nuance and germanicus had faith she might extrapolate what he was too unsure to admit.