Redsand Canyon proximus

something like fear gripped his gut when fennec answered so calmly.

her golden face held a reflective nature. his fury condensed itself to a pool of embers in the pit of his heart. he took a brusque stance beside her.

the southlands were populated with more foliage than the smooth, open redsand areas of the earlier barracks. and part of speaking about assassination was accepting that spies accompanied the territory.

the eagle's gaze searched among the tight-set ironwood pines. he was too filled with that frenetic vibration to sit. when the needles broke underfoot and their wintery fragrance drifted up, he spoke again. "i think she is more than eligible as a replacement. but i fear her ambition will lead to carelessness. she is young."

and once she sat upon that throne, would the divine power in which her people believed come to her, filling her with the same arrogance?

he cleared his throat. "but i do not know yet know how. or when. i feel it is not time. with reyson gone and several defections, we do not have the forces to hold all where it needs to be held and also protect mereo."

but he did not think ramesses would capitulate.