Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

a lost child, gracious could not imagine the grief and flurry of emotions mahler and wylla are under. whilst she often took it upon herself to be a therapist, she knew better than to budge mahler. his one-word response gave her enough of a sign that she should lay the conversation to rest, unless he decides on his own part to speak more about it. she'd have to pick her words carefully. "my deepest condolence for you and wylla." she doesn't know what to say, but she at least felt it was somewhat appropriate for her lack of personal action after the run-in with wylla.

as for the tree and swelling river, gracious felt curious by his words. gifts from the river? her experience with fishing was rather short while she was on the coast -- she needed practice but had gotten better since the first time. she thought back to the man she met while she was there and wondered how he faired during this time. as for the fish that found itself on the banks, gracious stiffles a laugh. "it deemed you worthy," she joked lightly as she walked to join mahler, "perhaps it is the universe recognizing your good deeds." karma was a bitch, gracious could agree, but sometimes the stone cold belief could play nice. sometimes a little good energy in could do a lot to get good energy out.