Hushed Willows unruhestifter

stigmata had insisted that they need no allies to hold the sunspire, and mahler had believed it. for a long time it rang true, that and other tenets held by his kill-brother. until he had died, and they had been forced to the hollow. and then sagtannet had been formed from the remnants of two —
mahler let out his breath, chiding himself for becoming nostalgic in his old age. a new chapter dawned before them, and such a move demanded updated tactics. wylla was quiet upon the way, remarking once upon the look of the place. he had come here once for a gathering; it was too veiled for his liking, but had suited the inhabitants well.
a figure was approaching, a young woman who greeted the observant pair with a genteel air and a soft voice. "hello," the gargoyle greeted in return, straightening alongside wylla. queen of the faes? he had not heard such a title before. "ve are from sagtannet, and i believe ve vill be settling avay, a day or so." 
dark ears twitched. "i am mahler," he added lightly, giving his heartsong with her silent stare room to introduce herself without the weight of his heavy accent. he was learning, after all.