Nova Peak jämmerlich

"oho, so you know his name," mahler chuckled lowly, stonewrought expression lit for a moment with a quiet joy only phaedra could ever inspire. pure in her small lisp, her little paws, the way she surveyed the world around them. bittersweet, still, to sense the rift between them that had not always been, and desiring always that he might return to the moment it had been cut between them.
mahler held this as deepest regret, and many he possesed through his comportment across the years. the disappearance of thade had left a furrow upon the face of his soul that he did not think would every truly be healed. but to gaze upon phaedra and not know if she was with him upon this plane they walked — in some small way it barbed mahler in a harsher way.
it was not the fault of her own that they should be like this. the eisen knew well it was his own failing.
"your mother is right," mahler went on softly, wishing to encourage his growing aspentree her voice again. "i vonder how many he could eat." in affable silence he lapsed, watching the moose and feeling rather heartened that phaedra had spoken at all, though he wondered belatedly how she had come by the information.