Dragoncrest Cliffs schildwand

He thinks, that to tee off his father is a joke;
or maybe, aggravating the general was a humorless jab in itself.

Again, it is the self want for more suffering that he tails along Mahler's trail to the cliffs. Unknown to him, his father was perseverating over cliffs that he and his not-mother had fought, rainsweat and battered for these cliffs. Maybe he would have tumfey'd with pride at that they commandeered the cliffs and the grotto. He was not a stoneflower sohn eines monarchen like Thade, and so he was impassive to it all. 

Through the less-than languid nights where he made a mess in the garden or blathered on and on about how bottomless his stomach was, it was eritude. Mahler balanced on the far to oft seldom pillars of true manhood, forever sculpted stalwart steward, destroyed and rebuilt like the Assyrians to Babylon, thanks to the years. 

Someone seizing the cliffs now broke that streak for the clay creature, and while aquiver under the curdling, leonine missive for the intruders, the boy surveys from a ways away, unseen and calculating as he'd grown to be.

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