Nova Peak Trust your heart if the seas catch fire.

there was something in nyx, something unnameable but present. mahler could not put a word to it; he wondered if it was only his projection, and sighed contentedly as he glanced toward the peak of their claimed mountain.
"each day. mercy for a foolish old man," the gargoyle jested, though in the next moment his lavender stare rested on nyx and her limned profile. "is there something in your mind?"