unsure of how to respond, taltos lay his murkwater gaze silently upon osprey's grave. peregrine's voice was raw with tears; he was right in this, for his daughter would never know the beauty of romantic love. she would miss much. his tongue was fairly tied; lasher eventually returned his attentions to his lover.
meeting the anguished emeralds that shone in his direction, taltos breathed in the fragrance of the lilacs. she was very loved. her life was full of vitality and emotion. romance she may not know, but your love she did, and that of her mother, and her siblings. he could not claim that osprey jr had lived fully; he was quite at a loss for what to tell the devil, but sought not to convey this, not at this moment.
and so he leant into the plush dark velvet of peregrine's shoulder, silent once more, lending whatever support he had in every facet of his being.