Redsand Canyon lioness

divine one, he called her.

she noted this and yet her heart tonight was mortal. faltering at the empty space she had seen, the way germanicus stood alone in the night.

did she ask outright? did she dance around the topic?

i do not ask for the details, she started with. a breath out that smoked the air. but do you grieve, imperator?

she could think of no other reason why his redsand lady did not stand by his side.

some part of her stilled harshly, prepared for the snapping words of a man.

a soldier.

a grieving soul.