Sawtooth Spire freeze! you with the pretzeled arms

her tiny jaws split tiredly, but with the energy bestowed only upon the truly young, phaedra was off again. mahler's lavender stare followed her lovingly; she had been in his life, in sagtannet, only a short while. but the little one and her brother thade had become the sum of the gargoyle's existence. he scarcely left the densite, knowing wintersbane would understand the demands of fatherhood.
at length, phaedra's delicate features lit with a babyish grin that caused his smile to tremble, if only for a moment. the heavy tectonic plates of his jawline shifted into an answering smile and he allowed her the exploration of his muzzle. a chuckle rumbled thunderous within the cavern of his chest at the ticklish clamp of her little mouth; mahler did not pull away, for soon phaedra would discover to her annoyance that he did not possess wylla's qualities, and certainly not from his chin.
"i vonder vhat you vill enjoy doing vhen you are older," the eisen mused aloud in common, more for the watchful motherly ear than his own benefit. he would have enjoyed to lapse into the old tongue and stay there, rear his son and daughter upon it first. but no matter. there would be time enough for that later.