Sleepy Fox Hollow To the house in the pines where the road ends

fading here <3 we shall have another soon!

reminded too of the last time they had pitted themselves against one another, mahler was pleased to see that wylla had taken to the snow as a hare might; impressed with her graceful, compact leaping, he knew in the woman was a true competitor, one of the few who might meet his own abilities.
relief swelled in him that she was here now, that she abided in diaspora. despite the newness of the arrangement, some portion of mahler felt as though wylla had not been away for long. 
and so upon the sweet pealing of her laughter did mahler speed himself, tall body carried with a grace that belied his size. he leant into the wind; for once they were only a pair of impassioned charcoal sketches against the pale landscape.