Noctisardor Bypass wünschen

mahler would go to @Laurel. he would attempt again to mend and to make better. he had said she deserved such respect and determined to himself that she would have it.
mahler had just set out from his larder of medicine to bring something or other for the children. along the way he found himself empty-handed for laurel, and so hunted. his hunt turned nothing of note up save for a curious bit of ivory.
the shadowpriest carried these items and would have eventually arrived where he meant were it not for a fit of coughing. this did not abate as quickly, and the man was forced to lumber into the brush until it had passed.
dark flecks painted the earth. he sat against the bike of a tree and licked crimson from his jaws, eyes closing with the exhaustion that had become a permanent part of his days.
his mind clutched for the sound and sight and presence of wylla.