Nova Peak wasserfarbe

@Ciri in tow, mahler walked along the line of odd white trees he had found toward the center of their territory. from time to time, the eisen paused. they bore no scent, and as he watched, their boles began to swirl into one another, thickening like paint and falling down upon him, coating his nostrils, his mouth. he searched for his tawny daughter, but the trees filled his mouth when he parted his jaws to shout for her.
mahler came awake with a searing pain eating his ravaged body. somewhere beyond the reach of the denmouth, @Wylla would exist. he steadied himself upon that knowledge, searching for any trickle of water while his mind filled with feverish worry for his daughters. why had the dream come at all?