Kintla Flatlands for here i lie in wait; hush little heart

Taikon felt ready to shun his leader boy, to somehow de-privilege his position as he lived his life with his semi-happy wife and life. The fact that she had not yet come into heat was bothering him, but he refused to reveal it to anyone.
The flower drifted to the ground. He stared at it, and its beauty and the sadness of its imminent demise held him for a moment. Flowers. So impermanent and wonderful.
Please don't go, he answered suddenly, having listened and not responded until pertinent. Not now. He said. He moved toward his friend, having no care what had been said or happened, and wanting only to comfort.