Whitefish River drachenfeuer

mahler wanted to tell dragomir truthfully that it was not up to the boy to forgive, but he held back his words for fear the havoc they might wreak on an already charred heart. "you must give it time," the gargoyle rumbled instead. time — if it was the balm for all wounds, marigold remained afester, a boil on his soul.
but mahler had been guilty of cowardice then. dragomir was innocent, plunged far too early into the darkness. the musiker had little hope that the boy would be unscathed by his travails, but if he could stay close, he would. if he could be a guide, a teacher, a mentor. a father where dragomir's own had failed. it was arrogance glutting itself upon the events, mahler knew, but he could not help it. "and you must give yourself time, dragomir," the shadowpriest added, seeking the child's eyes once more with a duck of his heavy muzzle.