Otter Creek trickle down the spine

he nodded. the idea of moving was one thing; to be forced out was quite another. and yet mahler believed, perhaps foolishly, in the indomitable spirit of his kind: they would not be sundered, only reformed. he hoped the same for maegi and her kith as well. "i vill," he promised, already relaxing into the tentative idea of the tie he had begun to forge with blackfeather.
forgive me, stigmata
"i vould have no objection to such an escort," the gargoyle murmured, finding some diversion in the idea despite the plight of them both. he would have liked to say more, perhaps on the subject of her children, but found himself silently engrossed by this jaes and what such a notion truly meant for the young woman.