Sawtooth Spire lichtgebunden

mahler was not unaware of her charms, for she carried herself with an assuredness that could only be earned. this gracious — the gargoyle was delighted that it was so fitting — already ensnared his intrigue.
yet he had pledged himself to wylla, if only in thought. her trust must see through to the end of the season; any intrigue would break it completely.
but he could not fully keep himself from admiring gracious, and so his lips curved in a wan bow. aurëwen, andraste; whatever names she had borne, she had made a good place for her wolves.
"her contribution has not gone unnoticed," mahler said softly. "i am glad that you are here, gracious, and i hope you thrive."