Cerulean Cape winterlied

mahler did not pause to glean the details of what she babbled next; he was focused on the next annoyed words she spoke. grumpy? the man appraised her a second time; she was young, and he supposed rather foolish, which would answer the girl's own question — if she would apply but a bit of rational thought.
he gave a noncommittal grunt and swung his muzzle toward the teeth of the distant peaks. "there?" intoned, ignoring her question for a moment; had the yearling searched in that direction. presently the musiker flicked his plume. "bored." it was a correction of her assumption everyone in the land was addled with an irritated nature.