Phoenix Maplewood and damage her very soul?

being soo vague

the maple realm, and within it, praimfaya.
mahler carried many scents when at last he arrived back within the taiga, and prevalent among them was the heavy cloy of pine that marked moonspear and her gates. it reminded him too dearly of first sawtooth, and then the peak near the sea; both failures in their own right, and the realm of hydra a third reminder of the things he had been unable to do.
pain and anger and exhaustion wisping along his limbs with febrile tendencies.
"hello, praimfaya," the gargoyle muttered as he came upon the girl, arranging his solemn face into something minutely more warm. "how is your patience now?"