Ankyra Sound das klagende lied

Nothing could have prepared Wylla for this. Even if all of her previous border encounters had gone smoothly, and even if all of her subordinates were perfect little minions that did everything she said, she never would have expected it. She watched with swelling disbelief as Mahler pressed his chest to the ground, bent his broad back, and declared that he offered himself.

Her lips drew into a tight purse, her cheeks puffed out, and then Wylla was laughing. Not inclusive laughing. Not a giggle that she tried to suppress for the sake of politeness. Full-on laughing at Mahler. "Are you serious?" she asked between guffaws, yellow eyes combing him judgmentally. Well, he had put himself on display with his admittedly noble submission, hadn't he? It would have been nice if she could accept that with all the grace it deserved, but, well, here we are.

"What's that supposed to mean, huh? Do you think I want to sleep with you or something? 'Cause, uh, rude!"