Wild Berry Meadow [bwp] unfähig

The name Kazimir was noted, as was the man's advice, but Mahler still rang about her head, the incessant chiming of an alarm bell. Mahler, Mahler. . .

”Oh, yes, Mahler. That scowler still resides in ze spires. Whatever for?”

Here, too—it had been here! She shook her head in disbelief, the ghost of a smile upon her face. I don't know Stigmata, she admitted. A woman gave me your name once, when I mentioned I was looking for someone by your description. You're definitely not him, though. Peryite be praised, she added, chuckling wryly as she glanced over at him.

It was actually right here, in this meadow. She, uh, taught me about berries, all the different kinds you can eat. I think she might have mentioned she was from Diaspora, but. . .can't remember. Maegi shrugged, shaking it off. The information was merely trivia, now. This man was certainly not Skullchaser, nor was Skullchaser named Mahler. She was glad that was finally settled.

As for open ground. . . Maybe we'll move, she murmured, pursing her lips. She hadn't thought of it—hadn't wanted to. She was very good at avoiding her problems, even when they came to a head.