Sawtooth Spire gipfel

had quellcrist ever spoken so quietly? mahler's sense of worry was beginning to deepen into a silent objectivity that brought his medicinal brain forefront.
trauma, perhaps, and not always physical. "quellcrist," mahler murmured, watching her closely. "has something happened?" she had always been a capricious, playful sort. and now the girl was all grey, light dimmed and mahler felt protectiveness rise in him.