Moonspear ausländer

oh, so there was another regent in moonspear. curious, that, though mahler suspected that any sort of out-toeing the lines hydra had laid would result in a great flash of her anger. for a general, surely — what of a king? unencumbered by this knowledge, a wry tilt rose to his lips. "mothers are the most important," he rejoined, remembering in a fond moment the little bodies he had helped be born in diaspora. 
she too was careful; at any moment, hydra sought to warn him of her great power here. a gentle threat, he supposed, having done nothing to spark her ire, but he was being told plainly that his tread must be steadfast and cautious. another notch she rose, and by now mahler found himself silently smitten by her confident nature, the taut musculature of her flexing body as hydra led him inward and settled her gaze upon the gargoyle again.
"you asked me vhat i vant," mahler murmured after a heartbeat of time. "i vant to make diaspora in my name, to take vhat he intended and expand upon it. i vant us to be great." perhaps now he had given a satisfactory answer, skirting around the sudden and bold suggestion that had risen in his mind when lilac stare had first played across her queenly frame.