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@Vigilante <3

he departed grimnismal that morning at a stately clip, seeking out the birdsong that filtered from farther inland. mahler's travels took no particular route; he set the sea at his back and lengthened his stride until its roar was dulled by distance. 
the wind was cold, and raked icy fingertips along the man's variegated hide; he grunted and sought shelter from the winterbite in a gorge, its pathway a gentle downward slope. while snowfall still clung to its crags and floor, he drew in the mossy scent of rich green beneath the white. in time, this place too would bloom beneath the sun's touch.
mahler hummed some lengthy snippet of what he had been composing, attention momentarily diverted by a courting pair of chickadees, black-and-white caps aflash as they twirled and twittered to one another.