Lion Head Mesa stele

Was it coincidence he placed importance of medicine alongside that of pleasure? Was he trying to flatter her, now? She felt a small smile pull at her lips—one of amusement—and perhaps the heated warmth that spread from her belly and toes outward. The few sips she had partaken in beginning to reveal themselves to her.

“I’ve not heard of the Saints,” she offered, the hint of a frown marring her copper features. “Does that mean they’ve been eradicated?”

Was it important? These were answers she could gain from Reyson, no doubt—even Germanicus, if she ever dared seek the man out once more. But why should she do that?

He spoke of sending her with a gift—she hesitated, the gleam of his eyes met with her own. “You’re generosity is a rare trait these days,” she offered, though she sought his reaction—generosity, or was there a favor tied to this supposed gift?

“Arsenio and Tamar will simply be pleased to know we are in good standings with our neighbors,” she offered in turn, purposely not mentioning how Epoch was shaping to become a haven for those willing to learn under care and tutelage.

And then, because it seemed their brief interlude was coming to an end, Meadow allowed herself one more sip… Because surely, Reyson’s warm embrace was what would welcome her soon.