Sunbeam Lair singulus

he was alone — and then he was not.

the sorrow faded from germanicus as quickly as it had come to him. he rose slowly in the manner of a soldier with hand to the hilt of his sword.

he knew the scent of epoch. and so his own mien relaxed.

she was burnished as a coppergold coin, thin despite her glow. "hail," germanicus said quietly. 

he stepped into a shaft of piercing sunlight, so that she might see his face. "i am from mereo." perhaps that much was obvious. they were on good terms with one another, even if arsenio cared little for the roman now.