Noctisardor Bypass schalten

"praimfaya." mahler waited as the young woman made her approach. it had of course occurred to mahler that their little band had been through several too many moves, and that this land would not inspire the same sort of love.
he thought of diaspora now, surprisngly. or perhaps not so, given his propensity to think forever on such things.
blodreina — no, he had not forgotten her name, or that she was mother to the fierce youth who stood before him now. how things had changed. how old he had become. 
"diaspora vas nomadic," he told praimfaya softly, deciding to delve into those memories. "i suppose coming here vas its own homage to that time."