Herbalists' Cache das lied von der erde

she is so CUTE

deep-rooted in categorization and melancholy, mahler nevertheless registered the approach of another. the voice that sounded, however, was not one the man expected; balefully he fixed her with his lilac stare. handsome. a blink, followed by another; the musiker found himself sufficiently caught off guard and swept his charcoal ears toward her with a wonder pausing in his expression.
female, radiant with velveteen expanses of pale pelt, what caught the man's glance most was her motherly shape: almost perfectly round beneath her wizened features. mahler found himself inexplicably charmed by her warmth, and lowered his muzzle in a hunch that meant to convey he was of little harm. "botany," came his obnoxiously succinct answer, even as he studied the woman with growing intrigue.