Noctisardor Bypass i vow to love the fire always.

worripa began to speak and mahler felt his stomach sicken.
he would not presume to know what rituals praimfaya had from her lands. she had called herself many things, commander among them. but the image of her fighting with this ungrown boy did not sit well with mahler.
he grieved her in that moment, deeply and fully.
and then his rage was for worripa. the gargoyle kept it in check, save for the flare of his nostrils. "if she vas suffering, it is good that such pain is over. never tell heda," he ordered. "she vould not forgive you."
mahler wanted the boy to leave. he did not want to see worripa again. praimfaya was dead. there was no place in rivenwood for matricide. it was only the presence of the kill-marks which stayed his revenge now. he knew them. she had worn the same.