Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

so SORRY

splashed in muck as he was, mahler found room in himself to hum amusedly at gracious' new leg-rainment as she came up from the riverbed. "fashionable," the gargoyle observed dryly. he approached, narrowing the distance between them. she seemed airy. well. more buoyant somehow, and he enjoyed the freshness of it so close to him.
"you have been quiet as of late," the man observed. it was not a statement of judgement, more that he was pleased to see her about. he cast a glance toward the river, frowned somewhat.
"do you think it vill rise higher?" mahler inquired of gracious, watching a splintered pine branch crack against the edge of a rock as it was whirled into foaming waters.