Sleepy Fox Hollow Hang up my heart, let it air out

think about it, do not think about it! he wanted to snap at her suddenly, turn away, abandon his fellow leader where she stood with the burden of the tension between them. mahler was proud, his arrogance flaring. he was general of diaspora, not takiyok. how dare she assume so little of him; how dare he capitulate to her before the season had begun?
but that was the price one paid in a partnership such as theirs; to give and to take. he considered andraste, and slowly his flaring anger quelled until all left was shame for his silent outburst. he had the willow, distant as he must keep her; takiyok had not even the hope of such love before her in this moment.
if only she would accept his affection for what it was; mahler's head hung down the weight of guilt that he could not commit himself to anyone for fear of further pain, and when her tones sounded, he locked the thoughts behind a heavy door. "i am vorried about leaving the sunspire, but i am also elated to see new lands," the gargoyle said softly, pensively.