Lion Head Mesa tenax

germanicus slipped into his former quarters.

the festivities went on, muffled by the thick red stone around him.

in the hushed darkness of early morning, he thought @Crowfeather might be asleep.

germanicus was not a man who worked upon impulse.

it was a choice then, to move across the room. to lie down upon the narrow bed of furs. to pull the shadow into the curve of his own body.

he lay still and unsure thereafter.