Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

a l w a y s
(gonna say this is before his fight thread as i don't know its outcome yet)

mahler did not know how to trust the rebirth between himself and wylla, did not know what he might say or overlook, and thus, ruin hope again. but a thought came to him, half-formed and tentative.
in the interim, however, the peak must continue to be claimed. it was nightfall by now, the air still rife with rain. meaning to perform a check of all those in the vicinity, mahler left off his tasks to find the soft trail left by nyx, and followed it to where the goldtipped woman stood bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight managing to cut through the clouds. 
he stepped to her side, silent but for an affectionate glance.