Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ envinyatar (mtr.)

gentle, soothing; the lap of her against the ironstar he had once seen only in his brother. ash and snow to quell the magma strumming in vein and muscle and sinew and bone; the rightness of this leaping chasm he had never once experienced with marigold. how dare he compare her supple figure to the specter of his first love, his only —
— the sylph's former name dancing upon lips whet with sorrowful hunger. he could not forever linger at moonspear in her embrace, and yet for now he must tell himself the lie of it.
to lie, to be grasped and whispered unto, her inner arching ministrations a silencing of the great pit that had begun to yawn within mahler when he brought to bear finally the admission that it was not merely affection he bore for andraste
crazed, yes, and he as well, stone-tugged and slow their dance, etched beneath the wheeling skies ruled by great hydra and her knowing glance upon the general of diaspora.