Phoenix Maplewood and damage her very soul?

"i think that vould be a good vay to go about it," mahler hummed, though he was considering his restrictions upon children, and whether or not they would be reasonable in this season.
perhaps it should go by way of merit;
and he could not yet know it, but rivenwood would be tried upon his whim.
an attempt at a smile lit the handsome alpine features of his countenance. "whomever you choose vill be the right vone if you trust in your logic, praimfaya," he opted to add. liking one's potential mate was indeed part of the process, but he did not wish to persuade her toward infatuation.
inclining his muzzle in the direction of the boulderwood, mahler invited her on.