[Poggio]

Robin became unaware of his fingers spinning the rose between his thumbs. His tattered dress swept the floor as he came kneeling by the elderly ladies fire. He closed his eyes thinking of his Jerial and the warm night spent in his arms. He wanted him back, badly. He swallowed letting his pale eyes drift towards the fire. “He is missing... He was stolen from me.” He turned his head towards the woman not sure how to proceed.