Larksong Grotto prüfung

this was great! <3 i love them, and tysm :D

"'my heart,"' mahler muttered automatically, thinking of the mothertongue he shared with his daughters. some hesitance in him, but why should the astral fawnling not know his own words? he spoke it to everyone, wherever he might; mahler would even have taught it to wylla had she been receptive to the knowledge.
"not gibberish," he chuckled, lipping another strip of flesh from the downed animal. "german." and thus he began their belated lessons, bringing astraeus home only when a wide swathe of time had passed and they had both been sated upon the kill.
ich liebe dich, papa.