Noctisardor Bypass i fell into my fear, and took a lie for a truth

he was pleased to assume that laurel had been taken with the land. he was warmed further that she came to sit nearer at all, despite the respectful distance between them. "i am happy to fulfill such," he hummed with a reluctant smile. mahler considered the roundness of the question, what regaling stories he had told of the territory, and in the end he thought of that distant beautiful face with sharp sunspear eyes — "because i am a nostalgic old man these days."
deprecating. "i loved this place many years ago, and i alvays vanted to come back." the memory of wild wind lashing at his face, of snow beneath limbs much younger. "and so i came back, and i took it for myself." something feral to reward his long years of service, something to mark the last of his legacy with an indelible stamp.
a thoroughly selfish act, so that he might feel the madness of who wylla believed him to be.