The Sunspire I got a heart like a truck

the tactician sensed some small element, a change. but he did not know its origin and so did not speak upon it. "yes. i wanted to perhaps make this place more formal. and comfortable."

he was stumbling. fennec had neither voiced her dislike or her pleasure in it which left the imperator the path only of navigation, to discover her thoughts.

"i have put a cache here," he went on, moving alongside his wife until she could touch the newly turned earth. "and the skins i brought before were not so new, and two of them has been mousebit."

why did he ramble in his explanation? he looked down toward her face. "is it too many changes, fennec?" the eagle did not wish to make their home here a place of obstacles, tangible or otherwise.