Redsand Canyon That ole highway holds the key

Lady Fennec. She smirked a bit when he apologized if it wasn’t correct. It never had felt accurate, but that hadn’t stopped him or Germanicus from applying it anyway. She didn’t mind; it wasn’t exactly an insult. Just mildly hilarious to anyone who knew her. Penn would piss himself if he ever heard.

Fennec wasn’t surprised or disappointed by the choice. She didn’t like that he hadn’t considered it earlier, but she didn’t mind that he was thinking of leaving. He could hardly claim to care about Meadow (her first time hearing a name) if he was willing to place a title over her. She’d have figured their relationship dead in the water if his answer had been yes right now.

Congratulations to you too. She replied, satisfied now that everything was out and said. They wouldn’t really know until he talked with Meadow, but the terms were there. If they stayed, he would take the role. If he left, he would claim whatever title Epoch granted. And they would lose another soldier to the vale.

Fennec didn’t react when Germanicus complimented her, but that dangerous feeling was growing. Comments like that weren’t something she was used to.

She couldn’t see the way he stood, but Fennec could hear the tired in Reyson’s voice and tell that the conversation was over for now. He would find one of them when he was ready. She waited to see if he had anything left to say, then would turn to depart, angled to brush against her husband lightly in the process.

She knew Reyson’s departure would mean more to him than it did to her. They could talk later if he wanted, but she was grateful that he understood.