Sawtooth Spire unzureichend

mahler had come to find a certain muted joy in how frequently stag had come to phaedra's life. as the girl moved to his step, the gargoyle considered the brotherly nature of the young boy, devoid of his own wandering or lost siblings. thade; his own throat closed, and for a moment mahler flailed silently beneath the drowning edge of his own despondence.
"not far," he assured his growing blütenblatt, gazing down too at the disparity in their toes before he set off.
"welche art von blumen werden sie in ihren garten legen?" mahler ventured softly, eyes turned ahead to the faint edges of the path by which he had come. desperate for her favor, desperate for her love, clasping at the frayed edges of pinafore ribbons he had dropped during this time of chaos that had sprung from his failure alone.