Sawtooth Spire But time makes you bolder

takiyok seemed resolute in her rejection of his words. mahler knew their emptiness. she had wanted something he could not give, and he recalled that moment with somber clarity.
a sigh, a swallow; the gargoyle squared his shoulders and set his hardened lavender gaze upon some stone outcropping or another. "i vill let you alone."
he did not add that he would return to the core of sagtannet with intentions of treating her only as a healer might; with a nod and a pause to see if the winterwhite might add more, mahler turned and loped heavily into the distance, prickling beneath his flesh until he had passed from takiyok and her eyeshot.