Hushed Willows a swell of smoke arose and filled the air [festival]

he noted kazimir and her expression, though it was not inviting enough to turn him from his inspection. and even if it had been, he prized the she-wolf for other things outside of her hard beauty. her ambition was like a cloak, and unsure of what to do with it, mahler decided to keep his distance. the voice of a woman sounded; mahler tipped his ears to listen, charmed as she began to dance with a dark male from another pack.
a gentle nudge to his shoulder; a peal of laughter. "isleña," came his rumbled greeting, and perhaps with a hesitant bit of awkwardness, he returned the dark woman's gesture. "how have you been?" as he inquired, delighting quietly into the vibrant beauty of her joyous features, mahler turned to see if perhaps stigmata or takiyok had come to join the other disaporans.
his eyes alighted on ruenna's slight figure as she leant into intimate embrace with a striking man who wore a coat of grey and a pair of stunning eyes. for reasons inexplicable, mahler was perturbed, and did not let his gaze linger. instead, the gargyole turned back to isleña, granting her the sum of his attention as he awaited her accented words.
the sight, however, had nudged its way into his mind and lay there, a nuisance with which he refused to deal at the moment.