Noctisardor Bypass teil vier

Wylla gave her smarting arm a good shake, then bent to pick the duck up by the neck. It wasn't the cleanest kill, but it would do. Turning, she was surprised to find Mahler there watching her, and promptly dropped the duck again with a gentle splash.

Admittedly, Wylla did not remember much about her altercation with Sequoia. She had been angry at him, after all. She fumed and avoided him for several days after the fact, but eventually, Wylla cooled off about his involvement with Rivenwood's pups and forgot about Sequoia entirely. He wasn't the actual father, and she couldn't rightly begrudge him for being involved when he had none of his own this year to tend to. No one to neglect, she supposed.

Nevertheless, she felt a pang of something small and resentful whenever she laid eyes on him. She was getting better at pushing it aside. Forgiveness was hard work for Wylla, whose life had been better defined by the grudges she held than the few friendships she'd made. But she was trying so damn hard to be better.

Wylla leveled a coyly suspicious look at him and said, that's pretty creepy, you know, before bending to retrieve the mallard again.