Nova Peak wintergebunden

autumn had come. the trees of the new peak just begun to be enjoyed, and now shifting into their preparations of brilliant red and orange and yellow. mahler stood amid a fall of round leaves shed to float down on cold turrets of air. swathed in them, the gargoyle drew a breath.
wylla recovered and phaedra remained distant. sagtannet was quiet as it had always been. his lavender gaze slowly climbed to the whitebound spire of the mountain where they had made a home. the air had remained a breath of taiga frost since they had come, but now he wondered how they might do in a truly frigid winter. @Gracious came to his mind then, and mahler turned, not yet moving but thinking of where the soft-spoken grey matriarch might be.