Noctisardor Bypass light a candle for the dead, with sprigs of fir do warm their bed

mahler wished he had an easier answer for her incredulity. "at least six cycles of the moon." he sought to bump his cheek against her own. "it seems such a long time, and it is. think of how happy you vill be to see her again."
there was no changing this. but neither could mahler convey how much druid would grow in that time. they would both then be changed.