Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

mahler stared at wylla, not with any particular sort of expression, only observant. so swift she was to throw off the details of his story for what she knew. "i remember," the gargoyle said softly, turning back to their path, "that he vas a tall man. dark-furred. yellow eyes. he vas very kind, loyal to diaspora."
not pressing wylla, though perhaps she might take it to be so; only giving to her more that she might not have had before;
praimfaya —!
"by the time that these volves came to us, they vere no longer drageda. they vere injured. broken."
the lavender eyes remained gentle, but he spoke no more, wanting her only to consider this. and yet the hurt of it must be great, and he travelled somewhat closer to her ashfall shoulder in sympathy.