Arrow Lake all these in-betweens that bar my youth

The dark boy spent quite some time being completely caught up in the presence of Mahler and the sweet accented tones of his voice. Trench knew nothing about what he said, but he was enthralled regardless. When the stick had been introduced, the shadow practiced his attacks on the item until he had worn himself out. His limbs shook from the effort of holding his frame. Still, the child did not appear as though he was bothered by this. When they finally parted and Trench returned to the family den, sleep swept him away as swiftly as possible and he was enveloped in the warmth of dreams.