Noctisardor Bypass i called your name

mahler followed along, pleased enough. they were silent. he thought to ask ephemeris the normal questions of a stranger's past: where were you born? where did you live? but found that he did not have the inclination nor the energy for such inquiries.
in the coming again, a loon crying in that haunted woman's voice.
he leant into the wind and inhaled deeply, eyes shutting with a small delight, unchained if only for a second.