Noctisardor Bypass teil vier

mahler was tired.
he did not look at wylla as she began to razor him with her lashing words. he had not been there, and so he could not speak to what had happened. but he believed sequoia, and he believed wylla as well. "where did she not respect you?" he asked, but already inside the graf had thrown up his hands.
the unsaid words within started to burn inside their padlocked chest; 
but he too remembered nyx, and how it had started the beginning of the end, that discourse.
"perhaps you two could speak. again." the suggestion was forced, but he was not ready to release it. there were so very many details here that he could not hope to explain to wylla, not without —
mahler shook his muzzle as if to rid himself of a worrisome thought, and attempted to start anew;
"i need another leader in rivenvood. it falls to you or to sequoia. but this vone interaction has made it so that i dare not elevate you over vone another."
he did not detail how this had come to pass; her fierce sunspark stare knew it as well as he did.
"it is important to me that you do not feel alienated here. and that you do not make others feel that vay. there is no reason to avoid vone another. you share the same land. you cannot tell me that is how you vant to live, for alvays, vylla."
he closed his eyes. "laurel has been delivered of two children. they are not mine. i vill give them the same care as i have ever given children in diaspora. in sagtannet. and now here."
"laurel is — she is not herself. i — she may need a more pragmatic outlook than my own."