Sawtooth Spire süße augen

last from me <3

the child answered in his words; mahler paused to favor her with a warm smile of encouragement. she had drawn it into herself, or perhaps she had been born with such. either way, he found a deep contentment in it.
gathering the children roundabout him, mahler set off for the great river of sagtannet. in many ways, it belonged to the yearling boy stigmata had left behind; for all that the gargoyle loved his children, for all that a landmark could be the property of no wolf, mahler considered @Stag to be the rightful heir to the powerful currents.