Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

something in nyx' tone turned mahler's gaze toward her. it was upon the tip of his tongue to ask after it, but in his arrogance, mahler supposed he would not. deciding to be content with her oddly toned words, mahler turned his attention to the view beyond themselves and gave a low sigh.
"elke is very devoted to learning plants and herbs," he remarked softly, wishing to fill the silence between them with a sound, any sound. to train them in moonspear would be to invest into them the nobility he thought they deserved.