The Tangle If you must die, remember your life

Astraeus had spent time exploring the tangle as well. Only because every time he toed the rise only despair and regret encroached up in his veins. His talk with Mahler had served him a bit of closure, as much as it rent his heart is pieces, like a sponge between a bloodhound's teeth.

The seafolk that claimed the cliffs did not consume his waking thoughts as much as everyone else's, perhaps because they'd mirrored the small family values Sagtannet supposedly founded themselves on. Keep to the themselves, and they were no enemies of his. Perhaps in due time he'd be disproven,
fatally.

Meandering among the monoliths, his good eye catches sight of something born from loam, waters and was as devout to her work and family he believed she thought anything of entertainment was a sin, Wylla. Unaware of the yawning cold between her and Mahler, he only assumed the woman as his father's wife still ( though she never had been truly ), and that he still loved her more. So it seemed he would not escape the feeling of envy here either.

Phantom forgotten;
he unblinkingly stares from among the tamarack and grimy stones.