Yesterday, 11:09 PM
i would not be a soldier so long in the field were i frightened that easily, gjalla.still, seutonius felt as though he understood what she asked. they were both aloof creatures more suited for a solitary life than anything else. she did not simper, nor did she misdirect. they were not a pair of young creatures dabbling in shyness -- they were grown campaigners who understood the nuance of a look.
her eyes moved upon him. she was made hushed and sharp-edged by what he comprehended, what he found answering in himself. there was no longer any space between them and thus none for denial.
it is not fear i feel.
the sungold of his eyes was brightening somewhat, wakening as she did. here in the rush of water with the most apt compatriot beside him, seutonius knew it not as fright but as a rejoinder.
his gaze framed her face; he took in each reflective emotion and at last offered a small and knowing smile.
her lead would be observed -- he meant to follow her choice and movement.
a soldier of their status knew to look ahead and behind. they would be the contingency for on another, for a time, for with gjalla he found himself able to suspend for a time the edict of an old and ragged campaign.
