Arrow Lake kleine vögel

The deepening evening had kept her company, threading up the first of its stars for gloam soon to come. Aure, however, was without the will to attend its invitation;  iubit had visited quite some while ago, and had left her satiated, at least, with goat and with his presence.

But not him, she groused, nuzzling their children closer to her womb. She had yet to indulge in Verx the way she had once indulged in her stars — and Aure wanted to know him as much as she loved him, longed for him. At the sound of a male’s voice, her pearlish eyes harped to the bursting mouth of the thicket — had he returned?

After a stuttering ebb of her heart, she eased once again. No, it was... Mahler, by the guest's proclomation. If she reached back through to the murmur of her delivery (that which she could barely recall) she was sure that he'd hovered in the dim by Olive's side. Having tidied up Isi’s accident in the while since, she trilled, "Please, come in, yes." Mahler would always be welcome.