Northstar Vale pulchellus

germanicus was quiet. the pronouncement stung him but he could not allow it to show.

arsenio was not wrong for his focus upon epoch. perhaps this was the way things must be. the eagle had seen the building of an outpost before, had he not.

"very well." his voice was a rumble. he would not disrespect the greek by arguing his words nor mounting a defense. 

and yet he felt wronged.

perhaps it was only the newness of ruenna now a commoner and no longer beside him at his tasks.

the imperator stood firm. "let us meet again in wintertide." it was an offer for the future. arsenio could take it or not. but germanicus had only observed hierarchy. friendship mattered less to him than filling a role. that was their difference.