Stone Circle macellarius

Skáld saw the man's face, for a moment, before it was turned away and a great shoulder was presented to him in a way that felt like a bid for solitude. Like a tallship with its sails full, it appeared as though he would continue on without giving much more thought to the boy and his dandelion fluff. He glanced toward Tauris, and smiled, though it was a frail expression; he loved her dearly but her absence had caused him some amount of worry, though he hid it as well as he could. 

He flinched when he was addressed, surprised by the soft tones of the man. His head tilted at the words borders, help me. he took a couple steps forward, lured not by invitation but by concern. Help me was sometimes said in times of need! But Germanicus did not look upset, ill or in any sort of danger. He remembered the previous word- borders, and his tufted ears pricked. He was being invited to watch the borders? 

He looked to Tauris, unsure for a moment if he should go, but she seemed relaxed. He moved forward. "Jyer...m...m...man?" He asked tentatively. The name had been spoken to him before, but was new to his lips yet, and fondled clumsily on an apologetic tone.