Sawtooth Spire brandzahn

wrap up with your post, maybe? or feel free to archive as is. ^-^

friend.

how unbearably strange how a single word could both cocoon him in the soft warmth of an early morning sun, and simultaneously be a fist 'round his throat, tongue immobile and mouth filling with cotton. wintersbane struggles to recognize and further process the emotion blossoming in his chest. probably because he's never really had friends. a curse of his own making, he knows. he gives a sage nod, eyes hooded. trying to fight the embarrassment he feels swarming for the visceral reaction that simple word gave him.

he appreciates mahler; truly.

i should go check on quellcrist. he offers as an explanation of departure. make sure she isn't getting into trouble. he grins; though if his daughter is anything like him trouble in inevitable.