Bitterroot Valley she had been forced into prudence in her youth,

the gargoyle nodded. "you are fast, i am ... not so fast. but heavy." plume swished once. mahler would have had no place with myopic commentary upon imaq's way of speaking; he himself could not pronounce the very name of wylla without his accent heavy upon it!
"do you see vone out there that might do for us?" he asked, though his own lilac eyes flicked over the distant milling bodies. she was younger, and while his eyesight had not yet abated, he knew he could not ope to see as clearly as one with fewer years.