Arrow Lake abbatia

He would go back to being a ranger. “Sounds lonely,” she noted, her eyes finally looking to him—taking him in once more, feeling a flush creep along her breast and a shift of her weight, that itching unease pulling at her.

He did not commit to anything regarding his children—her own lingering hint that perhaps he find himself with his family seemingly ignored in his insistence of being stubborn. “You don’t think you can find such peace with Fennec? Does she even want to be a ranger?”  And so she went there—he only ever commented on her Reyson with politeness—who was she to discuss his own relationship? And yet it sounded as if he meant to leave them all—everything.

“I have been in many places, Germanicus,” she offered. Scorn for Akashingo clear on her tongue—“There would never be a time I would find myself staying in a place like that.”

It would have been a lie to say she hadn’t enjoyed the liberations of the drink, despite it’s irresponsible nature—hell, she sure could have used something like that now.

And then—Reyson—the man who no doubt awaited her return now, to home… Wondering where she was. And here she was—behind his back—so desperate to keep certain nonsensical options open to herself, and she felt herself wilt, losing some of that fierce stance now, her eyes blinking back the emotions she always wore so openly as she looked away from him. “Reyson has the patience of a saint.”