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mahler laughed aloud as sequoia explored the place, using her usual amusing figures of speech. "i am glad it is to your liking," he answered, watching her fondly wend in and out of the densite. there were other locales, but sequoia seemed quite taken with this one.
"i vill leave you to set up here, then," the graf stated gently, "and return vith a meal?" plume swayed slightly at his heels. mahler too looked at the high stone walls, the details of the place, and felt it would be a safe spot for her children to be born.