Jade Fern Grove klagelied

why did she act so? mahler fought for the steadying hand of control upon himself, nostrils flaring. where had she met this one? from where had she come? why was she here? he supposed the last was unfair. her children resided at rivenwood. it was only natural that she should come for them.
but mahler looked at her again, at the way her mouth formed the sound he had not heard from her before. all at once she seemed quite reduced, lost, off in a manner that the shadowpriest could not pinpoint. lips twitching; stag had been about her as well, and this relieved him somewhat. but where was the young traveller now? had they become separated?
the magma of anger clawing under the heavy rock cover of mahler; how dare she come here how dare she — and his body ached for her own, he could not keep himself from the temptation wylla's gentle touch had wrought in him.
and for this he hated himself more than before, weakness urging he reach for her, forget the bite of —
his heart, broken to see her so, and worry mounting at the vulnerability wylla had never once displayed. "it does not matter," the man mumbled, turning his stoneflower stare aside as a thousand questions screamed into the void of his assumptions.