Noctisardor Bypass einweichen

wylla spoke of her mother. secondhand, mahler began to gather how she had come to be the vital and fierce woman of today. they walked easily together, the gargoyle with his head inclined toward her, listening. "she lives on in her daughter," he remarked, meaning it to be a steady praise, but memories of the sea-hag sickened him with a remembered fear. "caiaphas. i vas terrified of her, and not in a good vay." not respect, but horror; it had led him willingly inland to find swiftcurrent once the bear had come.
still, he wondered where the sour old woman had gotten to, as she was the type of sea-wrapped crone to remain alive all these years ago.
but she had not been wylla. 
and so grimnismal had ceased to be home.
"you are strong, vylla," mahler murmured, giving her a pointed look. do not forget this.
pushing on, lest he fall into a place that neither of them wished to be!
"vhat vas the name of your brother?" he inquired, watching a marienkafer inch happily along the heavy nodding head of a sunflower.