Arrow Lake Birds don't fly, they soar

     Mahler. Now she had a name to go with the gargoyle. Then the wolf left and came back with what she assumed were medical supplies. Then Mahler located at Zarya's flank and looked upon Zarya. She nodded to the gargoyle to show her approval. She listened to his reasoning quietly.

      Zarya now felt bad for ever questioning Mahler's act of moving. She had no words to say other than "I'm sorry", and even those came out in a whisper. The kind of whisper that the chilling wind carried off, like one of many unique snowflakes. The kind of whisper that silence had no problem overcoming. The kind of whisper that if you weren't listening close enough, you wouldn't hear it.