Redtail Rise vaterschuld

wylla's voice, tearing at him in nightmares and in waking;
mahler put it all aside to let the weary lavender gaze traverse the strike of scar splashed now across astraeus' young face, to take in the new hard-limned nature to his long limbs, the demand that mahler depart.
and for a long moment the shadowpriest considered just that; perhaps astraeus would be better off without his entry and exit, and he thought of his daughters, a thousand miles away and tucked into moonspear.
his failures the only birthright for any child he hoped to raise.
"ich will dich nicht verlassen." lips heavy, heart a millstone, but the love existent in the choke of his throat, which he shoved down with a swallow. let astraeus call forth his faults; he would answer.