Little Goat Mountain morgendlich

he wondered if he would be allowed to be an älterer bruder to them. silently, he wondered if he wanted to be.
he was softer when he had met heda, when she was much younger. he could be liquid smooth, even, but he knew those things were not up to him alone.
mahler had been planting seeds in his garden while astraeus had been a continuity error. it was the way of things, he'd come to learn, and knew he could not hold it against him.
the memory of wylla and phaedra's faces had been lost him ever so slightly, but he did remember.
he bumped mahler's shoulder and chuffed. he was unsure if he was really wanted this time. his eyes begged the question. his heart knew the answer. about his pride? sulking in a corner, mildly forgotten.