Black Morass timor

through the malaise a small curve found its way to his mouth, self-deprecating and almost bemused. "all my bridges have been set afire. the only ones who live here know me for who i was, and who i affected."

another breath. germanicus pictured the fractured end of a rib poised over some vital organ as if it were a pike above the heart of an enemy. he found that he preferred such sentiment, accepted it. the eagle knew this was no death in battle but understood as well that this would provide an easier way for valiria and aquillius to reassimilate with the redhawks or those their father had alienated.

and so, to mírwen, he extended a paw. "there is no one. please stay. speak to me of anything you wish."

the hovering gesture, withdrawn, but his mouth quirked once more, the yellowpaint eyes closing for a moment.