Whitefish River drachenfeuer

"those around you have failed. it is not your fault, dragomir. you are a child." again, perhaps too forceful, but mahler wished to drive out the seed of guilt that seemed to have already taken root within the injured young heart. aurëwen was far too fey to have ever been a mother to this boy, and his ire was kindled against her again, against verx.
wildly he wondered how he would be received, to press his claim as more suitable guardian. the thought was quickly renounced — more strife would only sicken dragomir more. 
a small, locked part of mahler knew it was because of what he had done that he now sought to make amends, to seek his penance in the love he bore for aurëwen's children. futile, perhaps, but it was all he had. lowering his muzzle, mahler crept closer; he did not touch, but offered the gentle presence of himself if dragomir saw fit to be reassured.