Redsand Canyon matrimonium

fennec brought herself closer. this was an intimacy that had been missing from their earlier interlude. that had been many things. the moment now was much softer and he found himself caught off-guard by how unsure he suddenly felt.

the eagle thought, as usual in these moments, of ruenna. he listened to the principales detail the workings of a craft he had never considered and in the liminal spaces the unsaid mourning continued. he saw how fennec smiled as she spoke, how she was at once both warmer and more accessible than she had ever been.

germanicus wondered if it would last. he would not think himself or she fools for this choice made in knowing mind.

but choices had repercussions. and like fennec he too was worried about what those might be. she revealed that there were two paths to fortune-telling. "do you favour the latter? telling them what they do not want to hear?" the first seemed as though it would exhaust its speaker, to be so jovial each time.

after a moment's hesitation he lifted his forearm and put it carefully around her slender shoulders.

germanicus wondered if lady meadow had wanted him to do the same that day.