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his heavy voice had not turned sequoia away; it had only sharpened her interest. mahler found himself dismayed. "i do." dismayed that she did not listen, that she stood with her eyes knowing and wanting upon him. he knew wholly it was only the season for such things, that the young woman was in no more control of herself than she was him.
he could not bend to it as a more youthful man might; he must remain still and firm. for many reasons; his soul, his pack, his love.
a portrait of wylla's face filled his thoughts.
"go out into the vorld. i cannot do this again vithout love." if she did not move, mahler would take a step forward, feeling his desires pierce him but meaning to hurry sequoia away, gently, urgently.