Morningside Cuesta dulasei

heda filed the tidbit about small and stinky away. "well! we just have one. his name is mahler. he's nice i guess." she paused. "he taught my sisters and i a different language than we usually talk." but she was shy about this, preferring not to speak the words to someone she didn't yet know.
someone who wasn't rivenwood.
"he was there when we were born. he teaches us stuff, but he talks a lot and it's pretty boring." heda rolled her eyes at paisley. "i think maybe him and aunt willam are girlfriends." this last was stage whispered. 
taking up her trail once more, heda began to pad in the vague direction of the bypass, assuming paisley would follow along.