Black Morass timor

he would know only that her mien had not changed in the way one's did when they had known the pleasure of embrace. germanicus had been alive long enough to see this subtlety in both himself and others, in both being the one to give and the one to be gifted.

a shallow breath took his focus for a moment as he did not wish to expand his chest so far.

either she lied or she had found men who did not change her. a third and worse thought was that mírwen had traded her favours for better hunting.

perhaps this was only royalty in her bearing, an impassivity to rival his own albeit in different ways.

mírwen did not mean to go to the palace no matter his jibes.

"you might do well to settle with one for the winter. hunting will only become harder." the eagle eased down, spine to nearby tree. "did you find all you sought?" the ranger asked, curious despite himself, the tactician's silent mind working ahead of what answer she might give.