Redsand Canyon Fon

AHHHH

germanicus had come home and yet it no longer felt that way.

or had it.

winded from running, tangled with leaves and mud, windswept and tousled, he did not immediately wish to answer.

and yet he did.

his eyes told him first of the youth's complete beauty and then appraised the other's bearing. "hail." it was rote and easy. the soldier stood before the stranger with palm to proverbial hilt. "you stand outside mereo. i am germanicus, its imperator."