Sawtooth Spire süße augen

mahler's charcoal ears cupped forward as astraeus asserted himself. a furrow plagued his brow, for he saw no affable nature to it. phaedra flogged at him with her mockery. the eisen lowered the heavy cypress-tree of his crown and separated them with a sharp impinge of his scarred lip against astraeus.
children resided outside the natural order of their fellows, but only for a time. by winter, both the younger boy and his older counterparts would be expected to comport themselves properly, and mahler sought a lesson here to be shown them all.
"now," he went on, straightening. "you are correct. it is not edible. not for volves. deer and others may eat it. ve may not. do you see how they grow in the vet places?" he intoned, indicating their locale.