Bearclaw Valley You're on your own

make a song for him? any music will do? the bearwitch could have cackled in delight at the idea, but instead kicked at some fallen leaves, cyclops-stare shifting away, away, away from beatific untouchable ashlar.
averna, perhaps; the pale priest and her attentiveness toward the veil; perhaps she might make something of this cherub.
"i would like that very much," merrick whispered velveteen when his eye had roved back to ashlar. guileless. innocent. lightbound. "will you sing for me now?"