Sawtooth Spire and so she spoke chiding the heart in her breast

surely she knew who he was. why else would she speak with such familiarity? an oversight on mahler's part. his stoneflower eyes watched. "as far as i am concerned, you have a place here." did praimfaya think of diaspora as her home? she had only been there a short while.
wintersbane. a breath. he wanted to speak of the other eisen to the girl, but with all that had happened, mahler's tongue remained bound. "sagtannet is home to many children this year. it is a large place," the gargoyle grunted, stepping back and inviting her to his side, "but there is little reason to descend vonce you have come all the vay up."
self-sufficient, how the girl seemed to be.