Arrow Lake atemlos

but it was not enough. he was not enough. the thought caused his quiet relief to perish; he turned to stone even as takiyok reached to him. the motherdove's scarred visage came to mind, but mahler pushed the vision aside. she was writ into his pelt, his bones. he did not love her, did not love anyone, though his veins still glimmered with the memory of all they had done.
perhaps ... perhaps the winterwhite might help him dispel the thrall. but he would never ask such of her. mahler felt he had already taken so very much from takiyok, and sensed with a sickening awareness that for him, the woman would continue to give. he did not cherish the thought and yet in a great way he was comforted by it.
"vhat is your first act as kapitän?" he inquired softly, wanting to while away the time without so great a heaviness between them.