Ankyra Sound Tragedies with penniless fountains

the child did not stay long beside mahler; one coal-hued aud flicked to follow the sound of the little one's retreat from him. in time, the gargoyle thing lifted his muzzle, its length limned with blood, and looked to the place where the boy had gone. as the seafowl held no more interest for mahler, the pup had reclaimed it. with a deliberate heaviness to his tread, mahler stepped after the witch's spawn and laid the hard lavender over the reclining child, who seemed as if he existed all to himself.
the musiker found curiosity in this; he reclined some feet away to observe, neutral as ever but intrigued in spite of his desire to be involved.