Redtail Rise vaterschuld

Vielleicht hätte ich dich auch nicht im stich gelassen, wenn ich dich nicht zu meinem sohn gemacht hätte.
the hum of a wasps' nest; his mind fashioned into a home for the insects. The conclusions he wanted to draw were pinched and pulled into a cat's cradle. He could assume no deeper inanity then surface sentiments and move on of Mahler's paternal vows. Simpler; easier on his mind. Yet the trajectories of possibilities extend farther in his mind, net into criss-crosses of chicken wire;
he compared the colors of their pelages for a clip before being able to put it to rest
( for a second time ).

The truths exchanged between father and son did not lave his salt-cured heart if not rub more into it. A demure “Ja.” is all he leaves to interpret.
Coincidentally, the thistledown girl occupies his mind, as well as Thade. He knew Phaedra's disdain and already it wormed in his breast for Thade out of jealousy. He wonders if things will always have to be this way too. Pondering aloud, “Wie macht man jemanden glücklichmit dir?”

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