Blacktail Deer Plateau let the devil speak his story

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he hummed beneath his breath and said no more, setting himself down to regard her quietly. i wonder how many there will be, he mused, half to himself. he had no experience with fatherhood; julien's relationship with his children was his only model, and lasher did not favour the memory of that.

perhaps they would see spirits, or take after the willow, gentle and practical in nature. he wished for none of them to inherit his wanderlust, suppressed insofar as he was happy, or his tumultuous emotions; but his passions; his love for the artistry of their world — taltos would be happy to pass on these things.