Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

she joined him in the display of possession of their home, her lips pulled up in a sharp snarl before settling once the lanky animal ran off and gave way to the wolves. they seem to leave behind the swelling river and now enter the second phase of their talk. the pine seems inviting, the scent of petrichor entangles itself into gracious' coat.

the older woman sought silence as she listene to mahler make sense of life to himself aloud. often her head bobbed in agreeance with his statements. of life was peachy keen as everyone makes it out to be, then why were there so many demons hanging around the doorways that wolves wanted to open? every possible turn there was a horned beast with pillowing, smoky breath that stood as an obstacle to enjoyment of life. gracious had silenced them years ago, but knew their presence never truly left. she still sees them at night.

"bittersweet, isn't it?" she asked gently, shoulder brushing against her eisen carefully but in a sense of camaraderie. "but you also have many things to be grateful for, to help balance the bad out. beautiful children and a family who stands behind you. not many can say they have what you do." her aim isn't to shame him for his internal feelings but simply remind him that not everything is bleak. no one could exist in a monochromatic world that lacked color and expression. while there were moments of ache, there were the moments of bliss behind it as well.