Sawtooth Spire you just wanna know those peanut butter vibes

"poor phaedra," mahler groused, thinking again of the wasp which had harmed his little sproutling. and he had wanted her to enjoy the summertime buzzing of the bees, but now it was doubtful she would be able to withstand such a noise. 
he crooned back at her once, caretaking over the edge of her wounded mouth until such a time as fatherly heart decided it was only wylla and her milk which could soothe the crucible of pain.
"ve go back, ja?" mahler rumbled, tail beating twice upon the earth behind him before he glanced wanly in the direction of the ladybug and began to gather phaedra up for a respite from her long day.