Arrow Lake ungesagt

a blink, for mahler had not expected the question and did not wish to answer. exhausting, somehow, that their deaths still dragged at him so heavily. it had been years, but the gargoyle did not believe that his torment would be soon ended. "no," mahler rejoined, attempting to keep the shift in emotion from transforming his tone. "the first in the teekons, however."
he turned his lavender gaze quietly to the mountains surrounding them, though a reflective smile formed upon his own lips. "and vhat about you, sarah? vill you become a mother this year?"