Sawtooth Spire freeze! you with the pretzeled arms

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mahler was quite enraptured.
phaedra's slow parade across the egypt of his figure enchanted the gargoyle. her pilgrim's progress had never been so blessed. secure in the weight of the hallowed moment, mahler watched his daughter nestle at the rendezvous point of his limbs and smiled as her baby body slipped beneath twilight.
"schlaf gut, kleiner honigbär," mahler whispered, scarcely daring to breathe nor stir for feline fear of stirring his tiny one to wakefulness once more. wylla did the majority of what phaedra and thade needed, and if he could aid her but a handful of moments, the gargoyle was eager to oblige.
therefore he remained as he was while phaedra sequestered herself beneath the embrace of naptime, gazing at the child with a softness that polished the edge of his lilac stare to a mere glow, perhaps of love, perhaps of tears, perhaps of both.