Larksong Grotto prüfung

papa.
mahler allowed himself a small saccharine sampling of pure paternal pleasure. to be called father, and by a child not his own. it meant in some way that he had taken that role for astraeus. the gargoyle would never pretend that he was anything other to the child than what he had become. reared on wylla's milk did not a sibling make, as evinced by phaedra's disregard of the boy.
but mahler, perhaps weak in his heart and moreso than he ought to be, found this delightful. "i vould like to see that," he chuffed, parading along a promontory and spotting the goat not far away from the downwind pair.
"how large do you think you vill be, astraeus?"