Sawtooth Spire i've heard about this frog, it's a very tiny frog, but it's also very special

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”ooo hello bubble flowder,” phaedra rounded on a dandelion, prancing on paws that were growing somehow or other even clumsier in stride. she tenderly reached out to pat their skittish white heads. ”don’d wun away okay pleads. ids phaedwa.” she whispered as quietly as she could.
the first time she saw dandelions she was so intrigued her gales of laughter made all the white tufts scatter to the wind, leaving a headless stem.
now she knew she needed to be respectful and hushed if she desired their presence in her garden. 
the little botanist got comfortable on her round belly and watched the toing and froing of the flowers as the wind billowed around them. she noticed that their heads were not guillotined by the earth’s own huff, only hers.
bemusement worked its knuckles into her brow as she thought about it, eyes (color in smithers, so indecisive on any given day what hue they wanted to be) staring dozily at the dandelion under the flush of the morning sun.