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

it remained to be seen how mahler would have reacted to know what nyx had done; it then was inconsequential to his surprise.
stoneflower stare dipped upon her gaze; rested; pulled away. shoulders rolled in a single shifting step as mahler, implacable always, considered the implications.
the last time he had allowed fathers within his realm, they had broken their families and abandoned diaspora's borders. his heart hardened against it, hardened further to know that he must be expected to deal with it again.
no.
a silence. 
"and if i vas?" danger here; mahler plunged into it headlong and prideful.