[Poggio]

Gingerly, Robin touched the scars along his arm and blinked again trying to decipher the words that were spoke the first time. He closed his eyes letting his own foolishness bring a heat to his face. Why did I kiss him, he is not Jerial... opening his eyes he turned towards the thick leather clad volume. He smoothed his fingers over the binding before picking the heavy book up. Flipping through he found himself on the page where he left off.

He blinked, shivering as he woke. Some how he had fallen asleep in a thorn patch and his arm lay riddled in scratches and tiny blood welts. He sat up letting his hands fall from his lap and along with it two pristine blue roses. He pushed himself out of the thicket tucking the twin roses among his loose flaxen locks. Robin stumbled through the moon illuminated shadows to find the wise old Baba