Noctisardor Bypass steel your heart, the dawn will come

the jaws opened, and poetry came forth.
mahler was rather amazed at the contrast — or was it not at all. someone with his own bulk would offer their strength. this man offered tales and navigation of the natural world.
there was a word for it, but mahler did not offer the heavy syllables of his natal tongue: not yet. hard enough, often, to parse his accent as it applied. "rivenvood velcomes those who are skilled."
the sovereign of the kingdom
a fanciful and flattering notion.
"i am mahler, its graf. vhat is your name?" he asked of the ethereal creature, still wondering how a poet and bard came to be part of such a wild place.