Swiftcurrent Creek i am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

she was tentative to take what mahler felt was quite logical. modesty for the sake of modesty was not a concept familiar within the brute, but he did not press his words upon her. she would come to see it, he believed, in time and with the validation of others. there was an inscrutable quality to the wan smile that touched her lips at the mention of constantine; a small tendril of awareness wreathed through mahler but it was not something upon which he rested.
aria's sideways gaze caught the heavy jaw of the musiker, but the featherlight pressure of her eyes upon him brought his own impassive lilac stare to bear on their colorless nature. of course, mahler was silent, unsure of what it was the woman wished to convey.