Sleepy Fox Hollow Folk star

now came her speaking, the careful pluck and sound of her words. though she explained herself, though wylla was calm and explanatory, there was a great chasm between her reaction, and what he had expected it would be. a frown then, and though the woman had turned away, mahler craned his neck, trudged beside her, until he could envision more of her somber countenance.
"this does not ... you do not vant ..."  throat-clearing, ruffled, embarassed. "vylla, are you unsure?" of takiyok's wrath, of giving birth again.
it did not occur to mahler that wylla did not wish to be mother to his brood, not after she had risen to him so passionately.
ears cupped forward, the general was silent.