Barrow Fields Dear hero imprisoned

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mahler had forced himself in the sea each day after his communion with wylla. the brine had ceased to sting his nostrils and the cold lash, while still breathtaking in its icy touch, was something to which he was slowly growing accustomed. the musiker entertained no such ideas that he would ever be a coastal sort, as were grimnismal's leading pair, but he recognized his own arrogance in not speaking with the sea sooner.
now he trekked inland, ranging into the shared lands not far from the grotto. snow remained; mahler blinked in annoyance at the feathery touch of newfall against his dour face. but his attention was soon seized by a dark figure trudging through the white-blanketed field. 
these days mahler had grown more protective of his borders; today he approached the stranger on stiff legs, dappled plume arching over his hips. and while he did not threaten the other with a show of teeth, the musiker's charcoal-limned hackles bristled high along his powerful shoulders while the hard lilac of his gaze traced the other's features.