Sawtooth Spire lichtgebunden

mahler hoped that gracious would choose to be the voice in the ear of the eisen. time would tell, but he knew for himself that she was already proven to be a delightful part of sagtannet. "ach," he scoffed self-deprecatingly. "i am a hunter and a guardian, but also our midvife."
he paused to see how gracious might take that utterance. many women found it distasteful that a man would want to spend his time inside a birthing den, a place of feminine power and secrets. but mahler had always been able to remain rather objective, thriving upon the invigorating chaos of delivery.