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"it does." the great mountain, once home to many, had grown reticent and hushed as of late. save for the echoing laughter of the young ones, the spire would be a ghostly world indeed. "there vill be more to join us soon," he added, however, considering nyx with a warm anticipation.
"ach," the man chuckled. "ve are very tired," mahler answered. "die kinder are rambunctious and run all of the day. then they refuse to nap." he rolled his shoulders. "but it is vorth all the sleeplesness."