Sunbeam Lair sterb’ ich vor liebessehnen

when/if you have time :3

the attempt to put from his mind what had gone on at the festival was not an easy one, and mahler soon found himself frustrated. and so off from diaspora he took himself, determined to bury his worries with an herb-hunt. as the pack's only skilled healer, or so he thought, mahler found it prudent to keep his stores laid by in case of emergencies.
the packscent faded behind him as the musiker set a quick trot to the place beneath the earth not far away. a rocky overhang nearly caught the top of his head; he ducked with a low sound of annoyance and traversed low among the comforting, dusty scents of the plants that had not frozen or died with winter's touch.
muttering their names to himself, the gargoyle moved deeper into the cavern, noting the growth he needed, and becoming quite out of sorts when @Ruenna's face swam to distract his mind from the important task. who had the man been, in elysium? no matter; no matter! mahler scolded himself roundly and kept at his sorting, though it soon became apparent he could not shake the baleful thoughts.