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upon his mind, elke and ciri. upon his mind, nyx. and forefront in it always, wylla. today mahler treated the wounds across his muzzle, skin twitching beneath the crumbled leaves.
he meant now to seek out the lake, to wash himself; perhaps to take a nap in the warming loam there. but he was seized off-guard by a sudden swelling song, the way it plucked at his mind, muddling it.
a fragrance grew, looping him tightly close to the trail until he stood before the young woman. "vhy have you summoned me?" he inquired, an unwanted hoarseness clinging to the back of his throat. he had given her leave to do as she wished.