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ainhoa broke the silence with a sheepish note. mahler found himself silently admiring the syllables of her name as he granted the woman a sweeping lilac stare.
"mahler," he rumbled in answer. as if throwing off the mantle of courtfall, his fellow eisen had reclaimed a name that the gargoyle found more fitting, though he would oft continue to remember the title of melkor.
"you do not mind the height?" mahler pressed with amusement, remembering the complaints of wylla as they trudged up to the summit. "i vas a coastal volf, vonce," he went on, for the image of her face had sparked a memory of grimnismal.