Noctisardor Bypass i hope i never get sober

with every word, mahler felt himself grow more weary. it was not enough for wylla that he had sired no children and that they called him by his name: she would have him take no part in their rearing. he settled upon his haunches, and stared stonily across the boulders toward the deep blue water of the lagoon.
sequoia's mention of laurel forced a blink from the graf.
she was correct, of course, but mahler wished to think more positively of wylla, for it had been him to make her into thorns so.
"i am sorry, sequoia." a breath. "vill you allow me to speak vith her?"