Nova Peak silberkette

süßer unsinn! <3

whilst his edelweiss looked him over, mahler studied the land above her pale head. he did not know what to say to his daughter, her miel-swatched stare finally leveling after so long a time.
mahler gathered up the potterycraft shards of any excuses, pain moving in a pulsating tier along his ravaged body.
phaedra continued to say nothing; a swallow bobbed the column of his throat, and mahler pushed aside his sense of wearying weakness.
"there vill come a day vhen you too, must fight for vhat you hold dear." he had gone immediately to battle not only for sagtannet, but each of them individually.
perhaps most of all for phaedra, whom mahler could not conceive of affecting so badly once more.
nothing else to say then, except for the truth — the shadowpriest knew quite intrinsically that he could offer no more than that. a sigh; lips thinning, tightening as he thought of the woman and her compatriots tearing at him.
a dismal tale, if not intriguing in the details. he still wondered who she had been, and why she had returned twice to those accursed cliffsides.
"vould you like to hear about it?" the gargoyle grunted, forcing himself another step as gaze caught and narrowed at the edges, pain fracturing the stalwart lilac of his expression a last time.