The Sunspire schweigen

*whispers an apology*

righteously he stared stonily as verx spoke, promising things that had not yet come to pass. mahler saw nothing in the man but cowardice and failure, and again he wondered how aurëwen could ever have chosen this male for the sire of her children.
as it were, the throat-torn man dragged their conversation back to the dove, and mahler marvelled at vercingetorix’ tenacity. why did it matter what he had done, and with whom? the dark wolf had spurned the sylph in more than one way.
the ghost of a smile flit round the edge of his lips. ”i am a careful man, verx. i vould not have gotten to my position vithout precaution. and if you must know,” he went on, charcoal ears swiveling forward, ”ve satisfied something in vone another, at least for now, aurëven and i. perhaps if you had done the same, you vould be mmm, not here, chasing ghosts.”
a flick of his tail; mahler settled his gaze upon verx for a long moment before turning slowly to continue up the trail.