Noctisardor Bypass into their punching bag

"ve have just recently returned from a trip back tovard nova," he told praimfaya gently, though his charcoal ears cupped forward. the young graf was just that; youthful, but even with laurel she had the accord of being a woman. perhaps in rivenwood they had grown close enough to speak to one another upon such things.
sequoia had not yet returned, and mahler was growing concerned. yet he held his tongue upon this for now. with nothing more to say, the man set his mind as usual upon wylla, wondering what exactly had transpired after they had last met — the pain of it, and the lingering ache of having traveled back through those lands; it weighed upon him, ate at the edges of his heart.