Redsand Canyon I never stay in one place too long

it was odd to be so consumed in a moment with someone with whom he shared no love.

but he had caught fire now and his title too had burned away. he too simply was. 

here on the well-traveled path where anyone of mereo might see, germanicus drew fennec firmly into himself and completed the apex of their ugly and desperate interaction.

he was silent as he was able, as if the experience existed in a lightless dome where the only sound was their mingled and trembling breath.

it was not perfunctory. he was dedicated to it as any other process he performed with his physical self.

the end rose hoarsely on his voice. 

the ferns wavered against the redstone wall rearing beside the path. 

the moments after were only a warm and mindless span of time which rejected for now any formation of regret.