Otter Creek honigsüß

that's totally fine! <3

mahler grunted with pleasure, gestured with a sweep of his heavy muzzle, set off into the forest that lay against the curve of the river. "es ist lange her, seit ich gesprochen habe," the gargoyle revealed gently. no one else he had met since kierkegaard had known the old tongue. he was happy, then, to have met this stranger. "ich bin mahler."