Broken Boulder felsenherz

"of course," the gargoyle rumbled, pleased at the joy in the young one. "unfortunately ve cannot. but ve can try to make the time go faster by telling stories." he crossed his wide paws, scarred now by many years of living and many miles of travel. "i think i vould like to hear vone of yours, calcifer, if you have time to tell it."
star's son and daughter were youngest-born to sagtannet, and some part of mahler knew he must seize upon this time. the children to come in rivenwood would not be fatherless, it was only that his blood would not be in their veins.
in the end, he suspected it mattered little.