Witch's Marsh prorsus

home. the sunlit lands of editum, wherein germanicus had been born. where he had served. where — "i was thinking that i have not met a man who commands the eye as you do." a simple honesty, but one the soldier had not meant to give. yet it was necessary to turn ico down another path before they came upon wounds half-scarred on the surface of the eaglebound's heart.

he looked down to see how delicately the boy had treated the kill, mincing bites that scarcely could have filled the lithe body. but there came no comment; germanicus merely smiled inwardly, holding ico in his stare once more. "what thought have you in your own head?"