Nova Peak Mind,

the pair moved off as asra began to speak. mahler was not sure he had heard such a thing before; he felt a pleasant surprise coming to him at the sound of it. sagtannet had a healer already in himself, fighters, hunters. this one wished to carry lore. "already ve have many stories i vould share vith you," mahler smiled. 
her aspirations brought him to mind of gracious, who had disappeared from their land. perhaps to drift after herds; perhaps to seek out a future for the coming season. she had no children that he could recall. "vhat led you to pursue such?" 
now that they shared a closer space, mahler noted that she was beyond girlhood, still young. but closer in age to stag than to one of the mountain's children, he supposed. the swathe of golden spruce cutting through the lower reaches of sagtannet glowed beneath the light; mahler paused to appreciate it. "ve are small here. a family. and ve keep to ourselves."