Arrow Lake trommelschlag

had mahler not known takiyok, he would have seen her as impassive. yet her body betrayed to knowing eyes the inner workings of her mind, and the touch of her hot autumn eyes bespoke a wariness. perhaps he was merely projecting; mahler did not wish to do so. 
her answer was twofold here: yes, she would carry young, and yes she would allow him to accompany her. it was not disappointment that lit mahler with a dulled ember, more a wistfulness he kept carefully buried. "it vill be good to have children in diaspora, takiyok," he murmured softly, the steel of his lilac stare losing its hard edge, if only for a moment.