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

all the details of wylla she silently regretted upon the cold footpath, and before, and again, eternally — it was to that nuance and fire of spirit that he was so drawn.
a nod; yes, it had changed many things; both known and unknown, both felt and unexperienced.
her chaos was a direct contradiction of his own obsession with the rote, with organization.
with obligation. 
mahler felt a thaw between them, and then a glissade of fear that she would not forgive himself the agreements he had made the upcoming season. and, couch it as he might in the wants of others, allowing his body to respond in the natural manner rather than keeping a tight rein upon his physical wants — it had been a welcome diversion.
andraste's heart lay in a thousand amethyst pieces; he attempted not to think of her last wounded expression, lavender stare flickering with surprise as wylla gestured to him.
"please."