Witch's Marsh prorsus

germanicus watched as ico lunged for a second gusting body, missed, and turned wholly sheepish beneath his own gaze. the soldier lifted his kill and returned to the vestal boy with it, gesturing in the direction the luckier hare had gone.

"when you wear white, you are easily seen. hunt in the shadows of the forest, or in the evening. darkness will break the outline of your body so you cannot be spotted so quickly." as he spoke in a gruff, hushed tone, the guard found he could not keep the quiet yellow of his eyes from flickering over ico's figure, returning to the limpid young gaze.