Emberwood i wouldn't change ya

the stranger's gaze held the hue of soft-minted coinage, something mahler noted along with the fellow's easy movements. his own body began to follow suit, the tension in the too-oft hunched shoulders ebbing, his stoic lilac stare warming with something akin to affability. to the other's words, mahler's lips gave a wry twitch into a smile that lingered only briefly on the charcoal plains of his countenance. "alarian."
the sylph with eyes for strong men and dark coats, it seemed, given the wolf before him. mahler too had no need of a sanctuary, but he also had no reason to join the creek. save for one, and it seemed it was not a reason after all. perhaps he was a mere fool for making her his singular goal since departing grimnismal.
to the other he gave a nod, and this time the smile that crept onto his lips remained, cloaked in the same teasing nature that his companion had offered. "i am mahler."