Barrow Fields the worst thing about prison was the dementors

she fell to the earth all asprawl in a heap of limbs and mahler's gaze flickered over her lithe frame, her laughing eyes. the slyph reclaimed her feet and the musiker watched her, having fallen silent. the musicality of her untangling limbs, the peal of her breathy laughter, the dark amber of her eyes latching to the stony amethyst of his own.
harley — a two-toned, playful sound. mahler blinked once from the charcoal mask, granting "mahler" in a single clipped offering. she had unnerved him with her disarming nature; the man was wary once more, but not fully closing to the sunflower glow over the girl.