Otatso Wetlands das himmlische leben

as if by some ironic fluke, once more the cherub found him downed. mahler raised a muzzy head, turning his rapidly sharpening gaze onto the doelike delicacy of the boy who regarded him with some nervousness. his own gaze revealed nothing; it was the common stentorian lilac he granted all comers. 
and yet the musiker wasted little time before he pierced the subtones of the gentle expression, and wondered silently at the waft of attraction he suspected from the fey creature. crossing foreleg o'ertop the other, mahler swept his plume against the ground in a single gesture of affability, inviting the healer to join him if he so chose. the dappled brute had thanked the slyph, but mahler rather wondered if the tonality of his gratitude was the correct one.