The Sentinels And if the house just keeps on winning

After eating his fill of the bird Maia provided, Arcturus sought the storyteller’s company at the western rim of the Sentinels.

He’d not spent much time with Maia beyond simple travel; part of it was his fault, for Arcturus was often lackluster company.

Drawing close to Maia, Arcturus loosened a soft chuff — he’d heard her mumble and tilted his head to the side as if to ask what she was thinking.