Nova Peak Sittin' all alone,

mahler sighed, a plume of warm breath cooling whitely against the cold air. "i do not know. she vas old vhen i knew her, and vould be quite aged now. but — if anyvone could be that determined to live, it vould be her." a silence, mind threatening to sweep back in a farther degree.
"listen; i prattle on. it is your turn, asra," the gargoyle invited with a smile. if she so chose, of course; he would have liked to know more about the pale-splashed woman and to what end life had granted her such a visage.