Arrow Lake ungesagt

he was quite surprised; it blossomed into rapture upon his cheeks, found his mouth in the first true display of emotion he had given sarah.
he struggled not to gaze at her in a different way, but sarah's answer charged her with a golden light. mahler would keep this restrained, of course, but already she had grown soft and budding in his heart.
"vell," he mused, rolling the word over his tongue. "i suppose the price vould be that my first duties are here, at diaspora."
pensive. he would not lie to sarah about his constraints. limitations. already he had hurt others; he could not bear to pain another.