Sawtooth Spire vormundschaft

mahler was silent, considering the young woman's question. when he had come upon her, it was with the acceptance that he would be the one to depart. but his daughters were here, and young, and in need of his presence. and he did not wish to leave sagtannet solely to wylla in her grief.
neither did he wish to ask praimfaya to go out for him, to look for a child she perhaps only remembered in passing. he considered sending she and stag, but was concerned for the boy's reticent nature. had he known praimfaya at all? filled with a sudden blistering consternation, mahler's ruff bunched about his shoulders like the annoyed ruffle of an owl.
"i — cannot leave." a pensive moment. "vould you go, in my place? it vas my plan to go as far as moonspear, to ask hydra for the eyes of her volves, and to see how she has fared." rambling, now; he did not know the true feeling of the steinmädchen's heart toward moonspear, and so focused was he upon thade that he did not know what he asked.