Arrow Lake ungesagt

the voice that rang out forced mahler to a pause; he searched around for its familiar wearer. plume flagged behind his haunches once to see sarah watching him at a distance.
her coloring was unmistakable; the general moved swiftly to close the distance between the two of them, and soon came upon the woman with an affable little smirk.
"i could say the same for you," mahler chuffed, haze filled with the remembered pleasure of sarah's company.
two misanthropists; he flanked her amusedly.