Sawtooth Spire the first time that i sought for grace

says calliope <3

suddenly consumed with the horrid, headstrong idea that she might be lost, mahler remained as he was, phaedra forming a comma within the parentheses of his hard-built legs. how curious, his fatherly love; to have it unmake him both in rage and in softness; several times he dipped his muzzle to see that she continued to breathe; his lilac eyes closed only for minutes at a time, until just before dawn, he woke the child and guided her home to the den, settling phaedra upon the precipice of an event that, yet unknown to him, would reverberate havoc in the months to come.