Altar of Twilight andächtig

set for 12/10

"sagtannet has fallen," mahler said softly. ciri and elke had gone off, presumably to run with the bevy of counterparts the gargoyle believed moonspear kept. he moved in the valley with @Nyx some hours after his arrival, leaning against a slice of granite as snow began to fall softly over the pines.
"rivenvood stands in its place." unless she asked for the details, mahler held them close to his breast, painful baubles;
wylla — her name lodged in his throat, burned his tongue.
"in the spring, i vant die mädchen to come and visit me for a time." lavender eyes tipping to nyx, to the pallor of her winterpelt and the shine of gold against the hueless nature of the world nowadays. "i see them thriving here," in the next, disjointed, relief and bitterness mingling into a harsh cup. "so this is their home. rivenvood can be their second, if you think it is a doable thing."