Qeya River judge and jury

yes. it was wrong. sun eater watched the man with an implacable look, having found his scent mingled with that of his own wife and the woman gjalla, and also ice diver, at least once.

he had nothing to fear from his star eater, and yet his own coldness surged to the fore.

a man among so many woman who might prove fruitful was the oldest historical blade to be weighed against his own leadership.

a long stalking step of his legs carried him beyond blackfell; the single eye touched the other with a silent order to follow. "you know gjalla. you know my wife."

explain.