Moonspear In all the good times, I find myself longing for change.

"not this time, thank you." mahler spoke in answer to the observant man who he took to be hydra's mate. for once he did not wish to see the jetfurred regal. not today. there was a great shame in him, reverberating through limbs and stitching uncomfortably into the lining of his throat.
unsure of what nyx had told the children in regards to their trip here. the silverscale woman who had rushed forth first added a note of warmth to an otherwise somber meet. mahler turned back to elke and ciri, assured that by now they would be hungry and tired.
his own body had grown more worn, though he supposed it was through anticipation of how his daughters might react as they were told sagtannet was no longer their home.
no words clutching up through his thickened throat; mahler only spoke light, quieter nonsense about the pretty nature of moonspear as he waited for nyx to lead their meet.