Broken Boulder sturmwolke

we will need a new one soon <3

sequoia was retiring over her starting experiences; mahler took up the unspoken hint and glanced skyward to note the position of the light. "i should patrol," he said politely by way of excuse to leave, but lingered hereby.
"if i see anything of note, i shall bring it to you." the gargoyle gave a small bow and was gone, trotting resolutely toward the far border and counting the moments until he was gone from sight, alone.
then and only then would his shoulders round beneath sorrow.