Fairspell Meadow novus

germanicus straightened slowly, pulling his eyes from the deer. "i was remembering the snow to the east." it was not a lie, but he found himself unable to speak of her now. 

"there is a chance that we will remain longer near the caldera. if conflict comes, it will need mediation." it would need more than that. but he and crowfeather had not yet come to this proverbial bridge.

to the west, a large red shape reared against the sky.