Dragoncrest Cliffs schildwand

The devil's Laodicean rebuttal prompts the tinboy to rememer 'vati' was just Mahler now,
bygone, not-his-father-ever, melancholic, Gustav Mahler.

His goassamer-delicate heart still yearns to call him that, to call him father, because it knows nothing else. “Nein, rot frau.” he grits his teeth and profers again in common lips, shouldering Satan incarnate a bit but not to follow him into the fray, “not for awhile now.”

Deciding the woman would be no help, Astraeus pads closer, noticeable now by the pirate matriarch and his stoneflower eisen, gaze cautious and hackles raised. he was not keen on fighting, but he would if limbs poised to leap and teeth to latch.

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