Sawtooth Spire süße augen

phaedra watched with rapt interest as her father educated the small troop of children about the myriad fungi growing around them on the ground and crannied full in the moss of logs and amid short ferns skirting the tall trees. everywhere she looked, she spied one of the suckers. 
her fairy circle came to mind when he indicated to the white mushrooms stretching from the moldering log. the ringlet of small, white-capped mushrooms still thrived in her secret garden, and she often slept in the middle of it ... but she'd never felt inclined to eat any of them!
the lamb explored the verdure with lavish curiosity. a skink hiding under a wet stone quickly skittered out and with a mischievous giggle, phaedra gave brief chase before being recalled sternly by her father.
”vhich is safe to eat?”
phaedra balanced on the tips of her toes and yearned to blurt "allv dem!" but before she could, mahler answered the question himself. the girl rocked back onto the pads of her feet with a huff. why ask a question if you already knew the answer to it? she let her eyes roam over the various species of mushrooms and huffed again, loudly. 
”im going do ead id!” she declared, and bent to grab at the smallest bunch near her feet. she hadn’t the faintest idea of what dying entailed, but he had implied these things were forbidden, and she was willing to play eve and taste the forbidden fungi if it meant having free will.