Arrow Lake windlied

never!

he came to sit beside her, then to lay, much as he had with takiyok. for a long moment he said nothing, gazing pensively at stigmata's grave. what words would be apt? what could he say to a child who had lost her father so suddenly, so violently?
"i miss him too," mahler sighed, lifting chin from his own forelegs. "he vas my brother, you know. not in blood," the gargoyle went on, turning his gaze to river, "but ve made siblings of each other all the same."