Sleepy Fox Hollow spaziergang

mahler had just finished the verse about a crab caught on top of a mountain when movement caught his eye. the young man who had joined them emerged from cover, and with him, a sound of his own. knowing amethyst met the darksea gaze, and the gargoyle indicated that dusty rose should come along.
the song continued. this time the crab had found a cave and crawled inside it to escape the look of the ice giants. mahler paused, the tones fading and lifting again, as he marked here or raked there, and they went on.
he was an eternal musiker, after all, happy enough to wind his notes around that of the other for their time together now.