Kildeer Rest betrübt

there was nothing here. mahler looked toward the distant stone teeth and thought wildly of what she had said. and the fact that he had not come along.
but mahler was not alone with his thoughts for long. it seemed he was not allowed to be, the gargoyle thought with a tinge of frustration that he hid well as he faced the stranger.
registering her beauty in a rote way, the cursory look of a man who sees but has no desire, mahler closed the distance between them with long steps. "hello."