Sleepy Fox Hollow Folk star

"i said, 'i do not know what i am doing,'" mahler murmured, marvelling at wylla's continued skepticism. in many ways, she made him seem a bumbling pagan, given over to all manner of idle and worthless thoughts. she was practical, scientific, a match for the logic that had earned her ire only some moments before.
the gargoyle surged upward, shook out his ruff, regarded her with sunwarmed amethyst gaze. "let me hunt for you," he invited again, seeking some small way he might show his adoration, his devotion to both wylla and their unborn babes.