Whitebark Stream luftschloss

"growing between two mossy stones. i found them vhen i came down." he had discovered the flowers after deciding to set out for the stream, a fact over which he was sheepish but would not hide it.
"vell," mahler chuffed in the air of a man setting hands upon his hips. "it might be a good thing to test it, ja?" he inquired, for there could not be a safer place to run such experiments than in the presence of another physician.
he lowered his muzzle, aware of her wet pelt and its clutch along her hips.
mahler would not allow himself to look, and lipped a single petal into his mouth, chewing. "bitter," he admitted, "but not overly so."