Larksong Grotto Lokasenna

"das ist mein land." quiet, perturbed by her nearness and the intense focus of her somehow knowing gaze above that odd, broad grin. "ich habe weder einen mann noch ein kind gesehen."
how had she come to lose the family for which she called now? the sounds, breaking his reverie and turning mahler toward it. her joke, half-hidden in the lasting echo of her voice. "wir könnten zusammen essen," the gargoyle suggested in a grit, wanting more of the words and the dour mien of her throat, wanting desperately not to be alone, not when a kinsman of sorts stood so close at hand.