Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

he looked at her a long moment, blinked, looked away toward the horizon. after a moment he filled his eyes with the sungold of her own. "i think they vill fall like children do. but i do not think they vill fall upon the foothills. i think sagtannet is a very full place, and they vould have little reason to even leave."
"but," he went on, lest his words be prophetic, "i think that ve should take them down the mountain vhen they are older. show them vhat is below. show them how best to go down."
"ve can only do vhat ve know. we cannot plan for everything."
monologue finished, mahler cleared his throat with an aged harrumph and gathered up his ruff around his shoulders as he took a stoic expression.