
hello, sir,called the roman, standing to greet the one with whom she would travel today.
i am agrippina, and i will show you northfall.
she studied his face, but not with a long look. to remain aloof was to maintain herself, and agrippina knew no other way.
what do you know of mountains?she asked next, lightly, her face pleasant as focus was aptly trained upon oberon and kept there.
if only the one once called mother might see what her training had wrought, what the tiny island had spawned after all.