Sawtooth Spire himmelssturz

"strong, earthy names. of course," he said by way of teasing. "heavy mouthfuls." though he did not think any little beings from powerful, elegant nyx would be loamy peasants such as himself, he wanted to see her reaction all the same.
for a long moment mahler idly watched the water, lavender eyes following a toad that had emerged early to find the river still brackish and tinged in snowmelt. "we could give them a theme," he suggested. "fish. rock. stick." utterly monotone, but his gaze crinkled at the edges with a hidden grin.