2/24/2026, 11:17 PM
it is a changed sort of morning,rejoined suetonius. his ear flicked for her; he was strangely drawn to gaze at her, and soon surrendered to that impulse with a small wan blink of surprise at himself.
telling himself that it was only the odd mien in the atmosphere which had strangely conquered his interests and shifted them in this direction, the campaigner stared off across the water.
a grizzled head surveyed, and still, again, the need to look gjalla's way was great.
in some way, it was as if the roseglow belonged to her, had rooted itself in her hackles, in the hard ripple of her warrior's muscles, in the unchanging regard of her eyes. difficult -- to think. to craft a response.
