Hideaway Strath lacrima

he too thought of the future as they moved. rebuilding. reforging. remarrying, though he balked internally at the very concept. 

there existed so great a rift between he and his children that germanicus could not conceptualize asking valiria if she planned to marry. his offspring were soldiers as he was. love did not mingle with dutiful expectation.

the point was moot. a call rose and he moved to meet it. a woman waited outside the strath, pelted with tones of honey and sand. the tactician paused his step to offer a short nod. "hail."

the scents of meat and of deerskin were sweet in the air. a diplomatic mission, then, and who else resided in these territories save for the redhawks?