August 18, 2018, 10:40 PM
"and vhat sort of plant would you class me as?" mahler continued dryly, though a small curve ran the length of his jaw and up to tease the corner of his mouth. alarian, bedraggled, charming, and brought low found wit in himself all the same. it was both intriguing and a relief to the musiker, to see that his young companion acted so in this moment.
clearing his throat, mahler glanced toward the sky for a moment. "vhere are you staying?" he inquired, turning his eyes upon alarian in the next. "i vould escort you there. it is growing late." it would not then be too far, he thought; the boy was surely too well-loved to be without a friend so far from home.
in time they moved off, and when mahler had parted ways with the cherub, he hoped only that alarian would feel better on the morrow. such things of the heart were altogether too difficult.
clearing his throat, mahler glanced toward the sky for a moment. "vhere are you staying?" he inquired, turning his eyes upon alarian in the next. "i vould escort you there. it is growing late." it would not then be too far, he thought; the boy was surely too well-loved to be without a friend so far from home.
in time they moved off, and when mahler had parted ways with the cherub, he hoped only that alarian would feel better on the morrow. such things of the heart were altogether too difficult.