Sawtooth Spire We wrote and we wrote, 'til there were no more words.

last post from me <3 wanted to leave this up in case anyone else wanted another round

"hello, ciri," mahler rumbled. to elke he grinned, repeating the word for her, a nudge to the pallid babe in encouragement. and then a butt of his head against her darker counterpart, controlled as he urged them both forward in a run.
they circled back eventually to nyx; panting, the gargyole reached to her now as well, gaze dancing with an uncommon expression of mirth. he fell into step with the lioness, answering what questions along the way his daughters posed, small conversement with nyx as well. until they came upon the place she had found for their children, the formal transition from densite to sagtannet.
mahler stood close, stoneflower gaze inscrutable as emotion swelled his throat and he felt a thousand sensations all one following the other.