Sawtooth Spire It's only been about a couple of days

takyiok, and his heart blossomed with regret at the pain he had forced repeatedly into the winterwhite's heart.
takiyok, and her children, whom mahler had come to love.
"no," mahler intoned after a brief moment. composure now, and he noted the dour cast to wylla's lips. this was still difficult for her, these arrangements, still a source of worry.
and perhaps hatred.
mahler feared resentment first, but was unsure that even in full honesty he could pluck its root from wylla's heart if it had already grown to be there. lavender gaze, appraising. "takiyok vants nothing to do vith me. several of my former plans have fallen through. there are only two arrangements i vill fulfill."
mahler was nothing without obligation; it was the bedrock upon which he had built the stone walls of himself. let not wylla seek to tear them asunder; he could be no true love to her, and be deceitful also.