The Sunspire the world was on fire

stigmata was both relieved and sobered by her response, realizing belatedly that he was driven purely by testosterone to maintain possession of the exotic nymph. before him had come countless others vying for her attention, and because he had captured it for a time he supposed he was rather intent to keep it - seasonal stresses aside. ketzia was uniquely vexing to him - "not dark, but beautiful and terrible as the dawn" - a she-wolf too striking to deny and too proficient to refuse.

but could he trust her? would she love his children? he couldn't say that much more than this mattered to him, but to others this often wasn't enough. he wondered what she had been reflecting on...

"not yet," the gunmetal general hummed, glancing over the ponderous view beneath them. "i actually came to see about preventing such a thing from occurring," he added, looking to her now, rather pointedly.