Larksong Grotto i see fire

which was to say, perhaps, that it was not pleasantries that came to laurel's head. the contortion of her features told him as much. he gave a knowing dip of his head, turning attention back toward larksong. mahler could not say that he had many memories of the place. come to think of it, he attached very little to nova save for the peak and descent of his relationship with wylla.
this was unfair. but all had moved on, even star, who had diligently followed him over and again. perhaps marble was with her now. the gargoyle was relieved that calcifer remained among them.
she had avoided any nearness between herself and he on their way; mahler made no move toward her now. something had transpired with laurel, he was sure of it, though the depths of it were not something he could ever understand even if she were to voice this. he saw only fear flecking the glimpses she gave of herself.
"look," he muttered inadverently, watching a snow-white rabbit sniff around the details of the grotto'ed place. for a long moment he stared at it, no desire to hunt rising within him. only to look. only to observe. "i came here vith my daughter."