Noctisardor Bypass Dying for socialization

he had been, silently, thrilled to follow the older man on a walkabout. eager to place the locations for blooms in his memory. Mahler surely heard the boy mumble the information back to himself multiple times as they moved through the territory.

only for them to approach upon someone else.

a woman. older. midwife.

his gut might as well have dropped out of him onto the ground with the pit of anxiety that had formed.

guten morgen, he softly mumbled — the greeting he had absorbed quickly from his teacher — with a respectful dip of his head as he attempted to remain very still and small behind Mahler.