Noctisardor Bypass We're sunflowers in the rain

his mind at last softened when wylla sought to entice him into play. mahler, reminded warmly of their time in the hollow, answered with a baritone woofing that carried across the water. he splashed into the shallows and forded; he shook upon the bank and nipped at the air.
his strides were more careful. but mahler was no less playful, and he bounded after her with the near unabashedness of a younger creature.
wintertime reminded him of the eternal coldness upon sagtannet.
wylla reminded him of what it meant to be home.
she was far more agile than him. but the gargoyle would keep pace at the borderline of his ability, enlivened by the frigid atmosphere.