Little Goat Mountain bewusstsein

he was a little taken aback; he had suspected wylla had no end to men wishing to woo and bed her. but simply having suitors was not enough; she was discerning, like himself. it was quite some time to be without that sort of touch. he flushed to have the question turned on himself, something he should have expected.
but if this game had taught him a single thing, it was that wylla was wildly unpredictable in salacious and wonderful ways.
for a moment, he felt a low silent ache in the hidden soul beneath the cool veneer.
he did not want to admit it; he had told her of his long-winded love just last night, and now here he must reveal that it had been "two months." roughly; it was around harvest-time that he and nyx had found one another.
part of him hoped desperately wylla would not react; another portion wondered if she would care in a jealous way.
"you enjoyed it?" mahler ventured, assuming that the whirlwind which had resulted in tiercel had indeed been worthwhile.