Whitefish River drachenfeuer

wasnt sure if u all were waiting on me D:

sped into the land by a silent courier, mahler had no eyes for the majesty of the place, wanting only to reach where aurëwen kept her son.
he stood stricken as the motherdove attempted to coax dragomir into awareness. the child had not merely been injured; he had been attacked, in the estimation of his grim and educated gaze.
flushed with a sudden resentment for aurëwen’s decision to take her young ones from the only home they had known, from their birthplace, mahler stole forward, burying the true nature of his tensed expression before he willed the hard lines of his face to thaw.
”dragomir,” he murmured, pausing at some small distance as not to startle the poor pup, ”it is mahler. i have come to see you.”