3/5/2026, 10:06 PM
do you not prefer the look of men, gjalla?seutonius asked softly, hearing himself in too much belated time to stop. but their speech thus far had been direct, and he would not change now. it was no secret that women who fought did so to avoid the conventions of a stifling roman marriage. his own wife loathed him, as did their children, and seutonius missed none of them. it was unlikely that he would see them ever again and he felt this suited all parties.
long years with only men for company had caused the man to throw away whatever conventional sense that had existed in him before a half-dozen campaigns. gjalla, in fact, was the first woman with whom suetonius had spent any consistent time for nigh on a decade now.
was that part of it? that, and the damnable light which seemed to aura her face?
her ears were moving in a way he had not seen before.
dawnbreak is not my home. i owe them a hunt. then i will be on my way.
his own tattered lobes twitched.
you are not immune to this -- pink glow, then?a tease. a question. an assessment. a challenge.
