Northstar Vale das gericht

andraste held such blame
within herself; it mirrored his own negative regard of what he had done, of who he was, of what he could not grant. the difference was that mahler was entirely deserving of his inward scorn, while the dove was the very sum of goodness.
did she not even now sit in council before him, and seek to mend the sundering of him, asking nothing in return but the tilt of his ear? andraste, so very earnest; her devotion drove mahler to abject shame.
but he refused to wilt before her, to humiliate himself further even in the name of vulnerability to their looming union. he was a logical beast; he did not think in terms of good and of evil, but if ere he did, it was marked here in this moment.
honesty; it tightened his lips and at last mahler sought the synopsis which would formally grant andraste what it was she needed to truly formulate a decision regarding the future.
"your care is returned. your regard is returned. but i cannot love you in the same vay," mahler ventured, a deep spearing ache skulking in his chest, "because i am not at liberty to love when i am made for a single being."
the low drawing of an uncomfortable breath. "i care so very deeply for you, aurëven," the gargoyle intoned, lilac eyes filled with something inscrutable and nameless, wild; how she drew these untitled things into being from his flesh he did not know.
"and if anyvone has brought me close to such, it has been you."