Arrow Lake pronuntio

Germanicus’ call set her nerves aflutter this time—how could it not, when she had now given Reyson a go-ahead to court her.

What that entailed, she didn’t know—she didn’t consider them promised to one another, but there was a certain loyalty to one another, and if before she was hesitant to explore anything with the Imperator with the potential of how the steadfast Legatus would react, now it was all but stripped of possibility.

Because she knew, deep down, there was a very real possibility she would fall hard for Reyson, and she would fall fast. And even worse would be when inevitably, he left, or something broken them apart. Because that was how it went.

Germanicus seemed to seek no more than friendship, though, and so it seemed harmless to her to meet him. She reiterated this thought, once more, when she came upon the grand lake, and the vast beauty it proposed. Romantic, in so many ways.

Even worse for her raptly beating heart was the way the sun played upon the fine dark coat of the man—not as large as Reyson, or imposing… and yet impressive, in every which way. Chiseled—hardened. Honorable.

She loped toward him, a shy smile playing to her muzzle, honeyed eyes lingering upon him for longer than they should have—cursing herself, inwardly.