Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ dornröschen (mtr.)

too long he had lingered in the majesty of moonspear and its queen; mahler knew he must swiftly leave. the tremouring had not abated, and his primordial self was all but driven mad by the continued chaos of his world. longingly he looked toward diaspora, even as he turned his back upon it to melt deeper into the forest of hydra's dominion.
he paid his keep, and perhaps that of aurëwen, with a brace of rabbits run terrified into his jaws after a split oak sundered their home. having cached them, the gargoyle glanced 'round the weald, seeking the dove where he had last seen her. a frown graced his countenance; aurëwen's wanderlust had driven her out of bed again, and with a sigh mahler set off to find the woman and bid her goodbye.
in a mossy grove he found her, long-limbed, the dire tattoo upon her spine — for a long moment mahler stood amid the shadows and drank in the silken sight of the fey aurëwen and her wild creature.