Whitebark Stream i'll take the sweat from your palms,

Blood.

It was not necessarily a sealed fate, but it was certainly dreadful.

Two weeks ago.

How was it she felt dizzy on his behalf? Perhaps it was the tightness of worry in her chest, perhaps it was the fear that her skills were not enough to bring him back from whatever it was that plagued him so terribly.

I will come to you in the grove for privacy, She started with. Hushed with watery eyes. So full of emotion! I will bring with me all I can find for you. We will try to mend you so you are whole once more.

She refused to hear such words of being at peace. Both Mahler and his kingdom (regardless of if he wished to pass it along) still had much life to live.