Redsand Canyon We Are Not Sheep

There was something brewing beneath the surface of Mereo. Reyson could feel it, what it was he wasn't certain, but what it wasn't. Was his business. He was attempting to ignore the sixth sense, ignore the feeling that all was not right, because it was not his place to question, or seek. It was his job to simply fight, to die if his Imperator asked him too. Though it was with this thought that another came upon him.

This Epoch so many were speaking of. He wondered of it, but he did not know who to speak with about it. The very pregnant lady Tamar. Towhee had suggested he go there. Kallik was going to go there, but now that Ruenna had stepped down and Aquene would take her place?

Had there been a miscommunication. He shook his head and with a silent curse, he headed towards the borders. It was a clear night. The stars still out and about, blinking down at him.