Sawtooth Spire klettern

he had not thought of a story when naming her, only of the nobility he wished to bestow despite her mother's status as his notmate. any child of his would be given such. ciri as well, though like phaedra she had grown quiet, wandering alone upon sagtannet.
perhaps that too was their birthright: distance, wanderlust, solitude.
mahler clamped back the bitter thoughts and winked at elke. "perhaps you are. vhat vould you think if i said yes?" he scooped a pawful of snow, cast it in the girl's direction with a chuckle.