Noctisardor Bypass i vow to love the fire always.

if worripa had not come for heda, then perhaps he had come for a goodbye. the lines of mahler's face softened. he was only a boy after all, with a mother presumed dead and a sister who was not here to hear it.
"have you traveled far?" the graf asked, stepping forward to take the scents on the boy's coat. he felt that the answer must be in the affirmative.
it heartened him to see that both worripa and heda had decided to make their own way in the world. mahler waited, warm with curiosity and a vaguely paternal affection.