Black Morass timor

germanicus wanted to join her laughter even if it left him wincing. he felt ancient, as old as the tree at his back, and mírwen's youthful antics did not help with the sensation.

and yet he did not wish to be elsewhere. 

to know mírwen thought of him as stuffy would have greatly amused the eagle. such descriptions were far too apt to ignore. "my son and daughter will hunt for me," germanicus answered, "and i shall will myself to heal faster."

a joke, a jest. he shut his eyes and leant his head back against the trunk behind him. "you seem to find me approachable, mírwen. this is our second meeting and once more i have suggested you seek your own way. and yet you have not."

ignoring whatever ramifications his mind insisted upon, serendipitous or otherwise, germanicus found her gaze. no smile formed upon the firmly held mouth, but his eyes were searching.

for what, he did not know.