Redsand Canyon prüfstein

silverchased form filled his eyes, and mahler was made cold, grim — all hands stiffly aclasp behind his straight back in the manner of a decorated officer descending upon a civilian. stalking forward, pausing heavy tread to regard this gossamer-spun nightmare of dreadful beauty and alluring pose with a reinforced emptiness to lavender stare.
she spoke not in her tongue but his; designed to throw him off-guard, the general gruffed with irritation in his own mind. but to andraste he only gave a curt nod. "und die herden kehren zurück," mahler uttered.
no time now to speak of loveliness, of the night; no want for the fell-fairy to wrap her silvered chains about him and draw him aside.
wylla had come back to him.
mahler then was happy to keep his banter with the queen to only what would be said mid kingdoms with a tenuous alliance. formal. grey.