gjalla invited. seutonius was her choice, and he waited no longer. his rejoin was to honor with action, not words. for once there was no battlefield -- this was not a conflict. it was the meeting of spirit and mind. from the first, he had comprehended a mutual respect in gjalla, a command of the unsaid that suited them both. it had been in their speech and in their quiet and in their hunting. she asked nothing of past or future, only present, and present was where he found himself.
many believed the gods witnessed such scenes. others thought he gods found such mortal brush to be a frivolous hobby.
but it did not matter. seutonius discovered that he had a new belief of his own, and it was that the stars from the skies now lived within gjalla, exhaled as glimmering light.