Arrow Lake all these in-betweens that bar my youth

fade here? wanna have an updated one at some point :3

with a quick strength that belied his weak beginnings, trench snapped for the toy. mahler chuckled richly. "very good," the man assured, waving to and fro the stick to persuade trench's wave of attacks. in the boy he saw the spark that had made stigmata great; surely ketzia could see it, would see it.
children: the life of the pack, and this year with so many of them! there was the stress again, blooming briefly in his head, but mahler let it alone. for the present, his attention belonged to trench.