Nova Peak Trust your heart if the seas catch fire.

mahler felt the sting in his breast as nyx brought forth what she had meant. an expression he had not before seen on her features spurned him; the gargoyle listened with a growing solemnity.
wylla would never accept elke and ciri as sisters to phaedra. his snowbloom herself was beyond encouraging familial bonds, but it was not her esteem that had suffered. that of nyx and his daughters had paled, faded.
mahler drew in a silent breath. "i vill speak to her," even as he knew the she-wolf would not be moved upon this matter. even as he felt the enormity of ciri fading from the edges of the packland. 
he saw her. he saw them both, and nyx as well — but it was not enough, and he knew by now that he could not force it to be so. a swallow. "they have alvays mattered."