Emberwood i wouldn't change ya

because no one could leave well enough alone, of course the reclining brute called out to mahler, who was summarily forced to pause out of social obligation. ears of dark ash swept forward atop his crown; he regarded his sable companion with a cooler level of impassivity. "yes." it was a generous answer for the gargoyle, at least these days.
tail flicked idly at his mottled heels; the stalwart lavender stare came to rest heavily on the man. "tired?" not too tired to stall perfect strangers in odd woodlands, mahler grumbled within his own mind, but let none of this show upon his features. perhaps there was a diversion to be found here for them both.