Witch's Marsh prorsus

germanicus nodded. "if you are not taught, how will you know?" a lingering look, and then he fell to his meal, ravenous and ready for a distraction from ico's watchful, knowing gaze. in time he leant back, leaving the choicer parts for his fair companion, and lapped blood from his lips.

not for the first time, he had nothing to say. and yet the eaglebound did not wish to stare. he turned his gaze toward the horizon, considering whitebark and that he did not wish to return to its soft recesses yet. but what of ico? germanicus was unsure of the sensation, and thus was quiet, warm.