Sawtooth Spire when i've always been distant, and i've always told lies for love

a wisp of amusement curled over his lips. "your mother vas very strong. very determined."
you have always felt like my own
"do not ever forget that you are a volf of diaspora. verever you may go, you have greatness in you." stigmata's blood. takiyok's blood. mahler's influence. but stag was more than these things: he would be who he was meant to be.
he inched closer, sought to brush the youth's shoulder with his own in a manful show of quiet affection.
"you know vylla hates those foothills?"