Cerulean Cape Every line and every abrasion.

germanicus' honed ears caught the tread; he turned a hair before artyom, hushflower eyes resting on the firelit man who had come up to address them. well-built but unthreatening, he gave a name prior to the introduction of the whitebark wolves.

the centurion himself had not aught to say, only delivered a quick, knowing bow before he returned his attention to their meet. the sea filled his senses; the soldier willed back the crack of wave upon shore and kept his gaze upon the newcomer.