Herbalists' Cache das lied von der erde

mahler did not know what to make of this woman. this apple. her voice did not match her clearly advanced years; there was a youthful glint in eyes that had not aged with the rest of her. altogether she was not unlike a jolly cloud come down to rest nearer the earth; mahler found himself interested in knowing the history of her clan.
he did not correct her in regards to his surname, for that coupled with her inquiry about his own age tugged a smile into existence on mahler's mouth. "old enough to be experienced, young enough to make mistakes." it was his own attempt at a dry humour, and after a pause he went on. "vhat is a blackthorn, frau?"