[there was warning here, clarion. clanging. but cen was not a man who spoke in many tongues. he turned to face her, his face crossed by some inscrutability, and then a question came to stand bare. why do you say this, iglux̂? she was lanzadoii, not sharadoii, not muradoii. not a woman who craved a crown. she was his, and through a great force did cen wish to belong to her. but he was cautious, and suspicion still had its strong roots in him. his mouth was quiet. his eye asked more of the crying-wind, skimming her silver, searching beyond. he had never considered that this would be revisited, unwanted. and for this he had no preparation, and so he felt the beginning coolness of a stoicism starting its slow slide.]

there was warning here, clarion. clanging. but cen was not a man who spoke in many tongues. he turned to face her, his face crossed by some inscrutability, and then a question came to stand bare. why do you say this, iglux̂? she was lanzadoii, not sharadoii, not muradoii. not a woman who craved a crown. she was his, and through a great force did cen wish to belong to her.
but he was cautious, and suspicion still had its strong roots in him.
his mouth was quiet. his eye asked more of the crying-wind, skimming her silver, searching beyond. he had never considered that this would be revisited, unwanted. and for this he had no preparation, and so he felt the beginning coolness of a stoicism starting its slow slide.