Noctisardor Bypass zu spät

their wordless little exchange brought ephemeris up several degrees in mahler's mind. he felt enlivened by it in a way he had not been for some time. this time he accepted the boy closer with a wave of his tail.
"are you up to more of it?" politely, amusedly; he would give the other back his points in favour of a good spar that might stretch the cobwebs from his tiring body, and reinforce whatever new limits age had given them. mahler should know such information.