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

the bit of self-deprecation soothed the otherwise stiff wheels of germanicus' mind. he had hoped that with time fennec might surrender these beliefs.

now spring loomed and both of them were dedicated to children. the eagle did not like to think of an event ipon the horizon when their beliefs might come to a conflict.

and he would examine in the interim whether or not such was worthwhile.

but in this moment he was a tactician and continued to step carefully through the potential minefield of this dialogue. in a small way, he too was laid bare if only by unsurety. "optimism is a rare feeling when you are cursed with the gift of foresight," he said up to her.

"in editum," a slow beginning, "we had an oracle. a young woman, plagued by dreams and nightmares." germanicus looked out before them. "but all of her declarations rang true. she was feared in the land after a time."