Arrow Lake Kick my shoes off and run

in truth, mahler had ceased to entertain takiyok as being interested him once she had accepted stigmata as the sire of her children. he had been a confidant to her, a friend, an everlasting source of support, but what rose now in her breast was not something the gargoyle had ever suspected as existent.
therefore he was woefully ignorant to the winterwhite’s inner strife, and turned a fond eye toward her as she spoke. ”i am tired,” the shadowpriest answered truthfully, ”but i vould rather be exhausted by my lovely tasks than rested vith nothing to do.”
he was healer and midwife of diaspora, kapitan, guardian. a man of many faces, and each one fulfilled mahler in a different way. ”and you?” he asked of takiyok, wondering how she had acclimated to motherhood.