Nova Peak Mind,

mahler roved the far side of sagtannet. he had not been back to the cliffs since wylla had returned, for now his focus became securing their foothold for winter. 
a joiner had come, and then it seemed, another. from his place high upon the forested edge of their mountain, standing upon a promontory of rock, mahler heard.
he descended at an apt place, and at length came to the young woman standing quietly at their borders. privately he believed her striking, in an intellectual fascination for such unique markings. well built, youthful; the shadowpriest set his stoneflower eyes upon the stranger in an expectant silence.