Sleepy Fox Hollow Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold.

it was the last scent of ketzia he found that led mahler to their pionier. the little goddess was a woman he had failed, and even in his feverishness had he known it then.
awarness of nyx' nearness grew; he realized he had not seen her often since their interlude. consumed by wylla, he decided, consumed by andraste, enough each for very different reasons.
he paced along nyx' trail somewhat chagrined, but when he caught sight of her lithe form ahead on the path, he was compelled to step forward, a gentle chuff filling the space between them. would she accept his presence?