Jade Fern Grove lift back and see the darkness hid

he had come back here to search for wylla.
praimfaya and sequoia both carried young now, and mahler predicted that their litters would arrive closely together, within this month if he put his midwife's guess to it.
here alone in the fresh greenery, mahler dreamed up her face again, the things that had been spoken; all stormstruck and pierced by her scent. and stag! how horribly the gargoyle had acted, and in it, he had broken his last bond with stigmata.
a breath.
he coughed, the sound rattling into the emptiness of the void viridian place. 
and all at once he was not alone, the sound of a familiar light tread swinging his attention toward the slight form of iana. "ve meet again," he jested lamely, attempting and failing to wipe the last amethyst sorrow from his welcoming expression.