Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

mahler chuckled deeply. "vhen i vas a boy, i vanted to attend the births. the midvives, they tossed me out. however, eventually, i came to a little place vhere many healers had gathered, and there i learned i all i had every vished to learn." he thought fondly of it, how they had called him die sille, how in their company, he had never felt odd for his focused pursuit.
"it is — knowledge meant to be shared, iana," he chuffed now, shyly building to his invitation. "if your duties at the glacier do not become too much, i vould like to impart this visdom i have carried. perhaps we might ah, meet more often?"
gunwary mahler, tiptoeing upon an edge he had not walked for a long while.