Noctisardor Bypass blumine

mahler did not know if his presence was welcomed; alarian's tone was inviting, but the man remembered the tension of their last meeting. yet the cherub's stance was affable also, and so the gargoyle relaxed. he looked to the land he had discovered, sensing in it a deep richness that the creek did not have. "i am well. i am exploring." 
seeing no reason to explain unless asked, mahler's charcoal ears cupped slowly toward the lovely little seraph. "and you, alarian?"