Jade Fern Grove but you are dressed in night and snow

wow @ me, got carried away again smh

an admission, one that spiraled on and out until mahler felt the press of it against his ears, his very visage, the blood thrumming in his veins.
i would eagerly tend to you any hour you called.
roughened inhale, watching the way the sunlit countenance moved with her words.
her heart — she spoke of it in a way that brought a furrowed brow.
"i am not a man fit for your heart, iana."
mahler began to speak now, and at length. he told her of marigold and their three, their foolish young idyllics, how he had watched her and their daughter succumb to fever. how he had run away. how he had come to the teekons, how he had found grimismal.
how he had met wylla.
how he had lost her when the bear sundered the coastal pack, and found her again in swiftcurrent, her and tiercel. how his love for the entlein had not been enough to keep wylla close, to earn her forgiveness for how grimismal had ended.
how he had tried to claim the place rivenwood now stood for himself. how he had thrown out morningside. how he had come to meet stigmata in the sunspire, the formation of diaspora, the feral ideals of his kill-brother. how stigmata had sired seven children, and died before he knew any of them.
the meeting of nyx.
how mahler himself had whelped the first brood and helped to rear the second —
how diaspora had at last fallen, and how wylla had found him in the hollow. what he had said to her of love, and still gone on to embrace and let himself be embraced by nyx. how he had wanted to love her too.
the story of wylla, gone round with his children. how diaspora had merged with courtfall after the death of wintersbane's wife — yes, something for iana to hold in duskfire — how he suspected the season had led the man off again.
sagtannet, where three daughters and a son were born to him from nyx and wylla.
thade, lost to the wilds for a long time, and wylla unforgiving, for had he been with them, the boy would not have disappeared.
how wylla had hated him for his lies of passion — how his children had all suffered, and none so much as ciri and elke. how he had at last, watching nyx die a slow death in sagtannet — first from sawtooth, then to nova peak — escorted this part of his family to moonspear — and left them there in hopes of peace and a new start for them, and an end to the horrible tension and lashing-out he had created in sagtannet.
how he and wylla had tried to love one another. how he had betrayed her during the fateful meeting.
how he had broken sagtannet after she left, reforming into rivenwood.
how he had heard of the storm that took ciri and nyx, and the star that took elke.
how he had not searched upon moonspear for them.
mahler, tears hot upon his face as he sought to prevail upon iana the number of times he had harmed wylla and set her rightfully against him.
and still his love had abided.
that wylla had begged him to run away and begin again, and he had refused. that she had loved him in return more fiercely than he had showed her, binding himself to rivenwood in selfishness. that he had found her in her season, and pledged love, and hurt her again —
that ciri had come back to rivenwood;
that wylla healed within his ranks even now.
"so you see," mahler finished hoarsely, "vhatever kindly thing you think of me is untrue."