Nova Peak birnen

their little interlude dashed, mahler straightened, nodding toward elke as phaedra made her stiff exit. "ciri," he chuffed, stooping somewhat to brush her forehead, "go back vith your sister, and i shall come later to bring you both a sweet flower." reaching to kiss elke as well, mahler would watch them depart before turning upon his heel, trudging after his sullen eldest until he found where she had spirited herself away, and ask after the true undertone of the frog king's damnation.