Noctisardor Bypass wore my language like an amaranth

whatever mahler had expected phaedra to say as she began, switching from their shared language to common, it was not this. he considered that he had not expanded his contemplation upon what multiple moves meant also for his children. it was with relief, then, that he knew he was able to answer in the way that he always wished to answer, with words he should have used before.
"i do not intend to leave this place. no more moving." if praimfaya meant to relocate rivenwood one day, the gargoyle would not accompany the pale graf. the bypass had been chosen for its proximity to others and for the abundance within which allowed the wolves to be self-sufficient.
his lilac gaze moved back toward his daughter, wondering if she would do the same. "i am sorry that ve have moved so much in the past, phaedra."