August 10, 2023, 04:46 PM
waxwing had gone away to be with his family, tierra had become scarce, and wylla had not recovered from the birth, but become harshly ill. mahler spent his days and nights at her beside, feeding her chewed meat and herbs to strengthen her blood.
perhaps they had been too old to become parents again; perhaps he should not have allowed his desire to cloud that fact. and yet little @Ilse was no touch of regrettable, mahler often holding their small daughter in the cradle of one arm as he doted upon wylla.
twilight fell slowly that warm night, and he sat upon the threshold, watching the stars wink into view, trying not to feel so very many things at one time.
perhaps they had been too old to become parents again; perhaps he should not have allowed his desire to cloud that fact. and yet little @Ilse was no touch of regrettable, mahler often holding their small daughter in the cradle of one arm as he doted upon wylla.
twilight fell slowly that warm night, and he sat upon the threshold, watching the stars wink into view, trying not to feel so very many things at one time.