Noctisardor Bypass the night is long, and the path is dark

always! <3

amadis spoke. mahler felt that the other was not only a poet, but a cartographer. the way in which the pinne described rivenwood was admirable. not for the first time did he wish his own tongue had that sort of glory. the gargoyle was content to listen, charcoal ears cupping forward at the mention of the sea.
"it has been a long vhile since i saw the sea," the man mused aloud. "but vhat i recall of it vas that the ocean moderated the temperature."
griminismal. wylla's smile. the scent of salt hanging always, always heavy in the air.
"vhat vas it like, living upon an ocean?" mahler asked, as much to know more about amadis as to relive the spare memories of his time along the surf.