Sleepy Fox Hollow spaziergang

mahler smiled a little, happy to turn to talk of his children. "ah, isa. she is a spitfire," he said with a small laugh. "she is like her mother vhen she sets her mind to something." there was pride in his voice alongside a deep love. "i suppose she had much to say," the gargoyle assumed with a quirk of his mouth.
many imperious things, if he had to guess.
"emmerich is calm in the vays isa is more focused. they are a mirror of each other at times, and completely different in others. and anselm — vell." the man drew a breath and shook out his ruff. "he has dispersed. young for it, but not so that he cannot find his vay in the vorld."