Altar of Twilight zeit

backdated to 12/10

mahler would not have his path turned from moonspear.
he tore himself from the bones of grief and let his trail empty near the mountain;
— mahler thought faintly that the scent of wylla still clung to his shoulder —
and there in the grey light of noonday he called for @Nyx, for @Elke, for @Ciri. 
the valley broke the wind that threatened his form, now tending toward leanness, and he had aught but his budding joy to see his daughters again.