Sawtooth Spire süße augen

mahler blinked.
his declaration of death was met by phaedra's piping voice — she declared quite the opposite of what he had said, and darted for a patch of fungi. the gargoyle's brow furrowed; in the next moment he had reached out a heavy paw and sought to press her down into the damp with the weight of it.
preferably before she managed to so much as lick the forbidden plants.
"it is very good of phaedra to volunteer, but these should not be eaten. can anyvone tell me vhy?"