Swiftcurrent Creek waldmärchen

when the sable man spoke, it was without the initial warmth. mahler surmised he seemed a deserter, and steadied himself beneath the real or perceived accusation in the other's words. and yet, it was this place that housed the only creature he had ever considered worthy of following. the musiker swiftly put it aside, however — wylla was not his entry-card and he refused to use her as such.
"they took their children and left, herr. the rest scattered." lilac stare tightening only mildly. "they did not lead us. that is why i am here." it chafed the brute a bit to use such submissive language, but it was not far from the truth. honesty-adjacent, he mused briefly, falling silent as he awaited the gold-eyed man's further judgement.