Wild Berry Meadow [bwp] unfähig

he wanted to snap at the girl, demand that she begone and let him be. but mahler recognized swiftly the wisdom of her suggestion, and after a brief clench of his jaw, relented. "mahler, of diaspora," the gargoyle rumbled, charcoal ears jerking sharply backward as another tremour rippled through the area. 
the girl was young, but there was a confidence in her that mahler found appealing. no foolish child, this one. "vhere is your home?" he asked in the next instant. "diaspora resides in the sunspire, but i feel ..." 
— another crash, the snapping of crushed branches.
"— that after i return home, i vill move us from the range of falling rocks." a haunted expression harried mahler then, and he fell into a tense silence as he traveled in the direction presumably indicated by the pale young woman.