Greatwater Lake so take heave young heathen

the imperatrix served her with a blunt honesty that makono often asked for.

seldom did she receive it. even from the imperator! she wondered if he knew his dear spoke in this way to those they were connected to. once upon a time she had not pinned the roman for picking those with a hot streak. now...well, she was forced to wonder, wasn't she?

i agree.

a proverbial laying down of her sword.

what is the vision you have for mereo now?

if they could not speak of the future, then makono knew she had her answer.