Wapun Meadow pictoratus

"that is not for me to judge."

closer, she was a wraith, all shadowbound angles and two glinting eyes. a gold sun caught in flame. a raw amethyst still dark beneath the earth.

his roman's suspicion had never cried so loud and he heard again the voice of his son, the way aquillius had turned in on himself with terror.

"i will tolerate no thievery from my allies." the tactician was unblinking.