Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

he understood, perhaps more than he was able to communicate. it had come up after his grief over thade, and now gracious unwittingly circled back to it. "no," the eisen said softly, unable to say more. every emotion encapsulated in that syllable, and she would know his grief in her ear. grateful to speak of anything else, mahler refocused upon the swelled river and its threat.
"i think that is a vise idea," he commented, though he looked toward the churning water a long moment, concentrating. "sometimes the river gives a little gift, for free." an amused smile crossed mahler's features in spite of himself.
"oh, look," and there it was, a fish thrown from the rapids to gasp on the muddied bank amid gravel. at once mahler descended to grab it, careful in his footing lest he be swept dangerously close.