Redsand Canyon Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beating

germanicus did not yet know the true extent of his wife's witchery.

what he did know was instinct, and the boundaries of spring bid him follow her quietly in the darkness.

to the imperator's yellowpaint eyes, she was only still. he watched the skylight envelop her in silver light, until she almost seemed made of the moonstone and the stars above.

the glow traced the muscles of her back, the way the roundness of her shoulders slid into the slimness of her waist, flaring again.

germanicus was stirred at once but not so irreverent as to spoil her peace with his desire.

fennec seemed part of the night as well. its shadows did not engulf her but stood soft and velvet and almost as if they waited to be beneath her command.

was this heathenry? was this paganism?

it was only when the wild woman who was also his wife looked to the heavens and germanicus saw her smile that he made himself known. 

or perhaps fennec had always known he was there.