by Esther Suson
Feather and symbol, they hang from silver links, startling because of their fitness to his dark cheek and lean strength. He is a young man who is somehow also warrior, a lion at rest, stretched out and idle, but a lion nonetheless. The charms dangling from his ear might call for derisive comment were they on anyone else – on him, however, they are trophies, the spoils of his enemies. Even as he smiles, they remind those who see that lions are not unlethal just because their claws are sheathed.