Noctisardor Bypass blumine

"it is." his life was simple, yes, perhaps too simple. perhaps boring, stagnant, its very calm a bane to the heart of the wandering soul. he did not belong at swiftcurrent, but he did not yet allow himself to consider this. "vhy are you sad?" when they had last met, such a sorrow had lain in the young creature, and now it seemed as if it had not abated. the gargoyle felt a worry within him — had so many ills befallen the cherub that no joy remained in a soul so youthful? his lavender eyes traced the scarring, the somber expression: if there was a story here, mahler wished to know it.