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

exit mahllll he is too antisocial F

the beautiful sable woman alongside him spoke and mahler straightened, lavender eyes filled with a fleeting pride. "i am vell. diaspora is strong." he would have asked her more, had not their hostess spoken again. mahler watched quietly as her rite blossomed, her words meaning little to him in terms of spirituality, but there was a good deal of music in her voice.
all at once there were wolves near him, taking seeds for planting. the gargyole wilted somewhat at their approach so close, but joined the throng, planting one such. he did not know why, for he did not plan to add to diaspora's ranks this year.
as they began to disperse to their respective diversions, mahler knew he must leave, for he had grown massively uncomfortable. and he though he did not want to look in ruenna's direction again, politeness dictated that he do so all the same, and, if he caught her eye, dipped his heavy crown in acknowledgement before wending his way through the wolfish crowd and heading for the borders.