Arrow Lake rivers and roads

the birth of the motherdove's children, the looming potential of takiyok's own — these events had sharpened in mahler a distinctly unwelcome longing for a renewal of his own, a family. he was cast adrift onto a sea of his own thoughts, a haze through which only one particular face swam. to these wants was she tied also, though it had taken the gargoyle some time to admit any sort of feeling for the honey-eyed counselor.
but once recognized, it could not be ignored, and mahler roamed the lake-grounds as he attempted to reconcile the coldness of his bearing with the little ember now glowing in his heart. lost in his own ruminations, he stumbled upon a pensive ruenna quite by accident — or was it? he did not trust himself.
"ruenna," mahler greeted, pausing as her back was turned to him for the moment.