Jade Fern Grove klagelied

somehow the farther that mahler walked from rivenwood, the lighter his heart became. it was not for detesting the place nor leadership; he had only wished to be alone with himself for many months.
having not decided whether or not he would inform nyx of the great changes in sagtannet, mahler thought now of the pleasant things he might bring his daughters. they would be taller now, less inclined towards puppyish ways. and he yearned to be in their presence again, viewing them against the backdrop of hydra's kingdom.
a breath;
light brushing him as mahler stepped into the thinning edge of the greenwood; the step of another; wylla, wylla he knew, swift and sudden and jarringly.
pain and relief and anger and desperation blooming chaotically in his stomach. at a crossroads with her, watching the morning provide golden paint for the edges of her pelt.