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phaedra snatched a portion of his soul with the knife of her eyes; mahler reeled within his head, wounded, but resettled upon the truth that it was he who had done wrong. thade attempted to comfort the bitter astraeus, but it was wylla who seized firm, fierce command of the reins mahler had let slacken.
he found himself too, collected by the uncompromising tone in his lover's voice, but did not take the heavy lilacstone of his stare from the prickly child. to be disillusioned was one thing — to be brattish and cruel was another. he should have done as a father might, yet it was wylla who had suffered the great brunt of astraeus' misbehavior.
and so he only looked with disapproval on the child, softened only if the boy should fall in line and follow the lithe stormcloud who was their matriarch, as he turned to do the same.