Nova Peak Trust your heart if the seas catch fire.

very little escaped him, as a clutching dread skipped dully to the base of his spine. more here, more to hear, and yet he felt himself beginning to fall away a bit. nyx dissolved any consideration of what he meant to attempt, and mahler cleared his throat at the sight of her moistening gaze. 
a clench along his jawline; the gargyole turned his own heavy crown aside and gazed stonily off into the distance. he could not bring himself to agree with her; the gorge of his stiffnecked pride threatening resentment. mahler staved it off, however; it was an unfair feeling, and would do little to appease the choice that nyx appeared already to have made.
"vhat have you decided?" a brief glint of something iron in the word, something mahler could not quite bite back as he quietly looked upon her golden face again.