Redsand Canyon prolix

Germanicus was himself a scout. Atreus huffed a breath as the Imperator’s eyes weighed on him. He waited to see if the man would say anything else, yet he didn’t. Nor did he move to begin the spar.

He felt like he ought to say something, so Atreus ejaculated rather stupidly, I like being a scout. He blinked, thinking of Amalia, who was also a scout, and more specifically the map she had once drawn in the dirt. I want to do that. Be a ranger, I mean. Can I do that instead, or…