Sunbeam Lair seorsum

the way that meadow lifted her eyes to him provided a serenity he had not felt for a moment. and he did himself the service of not analyzing this sensation until it went away. he merely allowed it to exist.

she did not draw away and so they sat in outward comfort together. inwardly germanicus still experienced the clash of sorrow and intrigue.

"i believe in what i am able to see, lady meadow." her eyes drew his own toward her. she was a breath of summertime as they waited beneath autumn rain and he felt already winter glistening upon the planes of his own heart.

"and what i am able to touch." the tangible. the haptic. the eagle was now helplessly aware of the way their fur meshed at the hip. he blinked and looked away, illuminated for a moment by the distant glow of lightning.