Sleepy Fox Hollow when you wake, you're bargaining

mahler smiled and kissed her forehead. for a moment his heart felt warm with a radiant and fierce love. despite the fact that the next moments became far more somber at least within himself, the sensation reminded mahler that he was indeed living and alive.
"vould you like to take a look around? ve should restore the borders," he suggested. patrolling would do him well, the gargoyle felt, and it would keep him in wylla's company.
it was odd to be alone, just the two of them, odd in a familiar and desperately missed way. "vhat do you think phaedra is getting into?" he asked, beginning a relaxed walk along a path that would carry them beyond the oak forest and into a small clearing, in sight of a cold creek that jutted away from a larger lake.
birds wheeled overhead. he was reminded of the lagoon and subsequently laurel, and turned away to hide the dire flash of pain in his amethyst eyes. "there are cliffs here, if you remember, but they are not nearly so steep. that vay; the creek flows over them into a vaterfall."