Northstar Vale das gericht

the realm of mists beckoned, but until now, the quiet voice had not moved mahler. wylla had returned; she consumed many of this thoughts despite the fact that he was desperate for this not to occur.
and so the gargoyle set out on a journey to the vale before daybreak. he would return to diaspora when he was able, but for now, mahler felt naught but relief as he paced over the borders.
a long-legged wolftrot ate the miles, and it seemed only a short while before the gargoyle arrived upon @Andraste's threshold.
here the tall man prowled forward hesitantly, suddenly unsure if the dove even wished to see him. their last meet had ended coldly; but he drew forth all the same, asking her to the frosted emerald clime where he stood now.