Swiftcurrent Creek Out in the garden

she continued her quietude, and he followed suit. the aria of birdsong in the cold air reminded the musiker he had not sought new compositions in quite a while. there would be time for it later, the gargoyle turned himself, slowing so that he might fall into step with the young newcomer. "from vhere did you come before?" 
lilac stare turned forward, seeking the changes in the air and flora that might indicate nearby watchers, or prey. his tone was softer than before, for mahler had learned his usual succinct nature was less than conducive to conversation.