Noctisardor Bypass wore my language like an amaranth

willowy pale limbs folding suddenly, moving phaedra closer. mahler was still. "it vas a very vild place," he began in earnest, searching for and surfacing with every memory he bore of sagtannet. "i vonder — do you remember vintersbane?" he mused, trying to place when his kill-brother had left among any recollection phaedra would have had at so young an age.
"ve ruled there, vith your mother. he vas from courtfall, and, ach," mahler chuffed, realizing he had been about to ramble. "anyvay, your mother, sie hasste den ort," he mused. "sagtannet is very high and vas named for the ring of sharp stone teeth all around the bottom of the mountain. so i understood. she vas afraid that you and thade vould fall down the side. but i also believe eventually sagtannet showed itself to be a beautiful place." stumbling; damned words; should he have even mentioned wylla?
"sagtannet is far removed from everything. it is at the very southern end of the sunspire. remote. there is a river that stag named vindholme," he grinned, speared in the next moment to think of the last time he had seen the boy. unsure of what phaedra wanted to hear, deciding to simply inform her of everything. "i thought it vould be a good place for you to grow up, so high, like a little eagle."