Sawtooth Spire himmelssturz

he laughed softly as nyx plied him with her soft toes, allowing his large body to be buffeted. he liked to see the pleasure unfurl across her face. it was sun through a misted sky. she gave him a bit of hope, he supposed. mahler was summarily unable to see the great things he had accomplished in his life, and so looked for a prism through which he might feel.
it was the role nyx had taken.
"lion cubs," he repeated, enjoying the ferocity of the concept. "little cats raised to fullness on a mountain."