Moonsong Glacier torn butterfly wings

the other was a march hare of chaos.
rather than detract from his unassuming aura, the stranger drew the full searchlight of merrick's cyclop's-stare. "so chipper, to be deep in snow."
his attention flickered back to the marking, and he inspected it more closely. "a grave," and whether it was a question or a statement belonged to its hearer.
"have you come to pay your respects?"