Nova Peak I'll put everything at stake to have you

on mobile so I can keep these shorter than my usual rigamarole :D

mahler had not yet chosen a place to sleep. he had reverted for the time being to the way it had been in diaspora, and slept out of doors when it was prudent.
during his marking and patrolling, all in the endless rain, the gargoyle had searched for some tracery of green where phaedra might make a new garden, though he knew it would not be the same.
on a break he sought along the matron's trail and found where star had made her den. politely, a pika hanging from his jaws, mahler stole closer and chuffed for her attention. "star."