Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

a figure emerges from the shadows, pallid as she is. there is something about him that is familiar, despite the kinship of age. frostbound gaze studies him unabashedly and she ghosts forward a step, nodding in response to his question. sha. ...yes. she is quick to correct the slip of trigedasleng. teaching herself not to use it proves to be more difficult than she imagined and often she catches herself making the mistake. in her mind's eye, in brief flashes, she remembers him and crowing about his new name to her, proud as a peacock. stag? easier to remember than 'mahler' though perhaps she just remembered the boy — young man, she corrects herself, for he was no more a boy than she was a girl — before her better because of the closeness in age.