Noctisardor Bypass wore my language like an amaranth

"nun ist es möglich," mahler rejoined, carefully settling to his worldweary haunches when it became clear that phaedra would not turn away his company.
he looked now to the clearing in a circlet of interlaced branches, where the treeline thinned and sloped gently downward to the lakeshore. one osprey there, alighting. the other would return. studiously he found himself silent, but presently returned to their talk. "was denkst du, wie er heißen könnte?"
this time he did glance toward his child, seeing how unchildish she had become, grown into all her lines. she looked like them both; he glimpsed the fiery woman there in the contemplative gradient of phaedra's eyes. the man offered a small smile, turned his focus back upon the osprey as he marvelled gravely at the swiftness of time's passing.