Sawtooth Spire erbärmlich

she didn’t face him as he described what the fighting was about, too transported by her imagination, but the question of “vife” was nonetheless on the tip of her tongue, a thimbleberry ripe to pluck. he expertly eluded what would give rise to complicated questions, so that berry might stay on its vine—for now.  
whatever a vife was, they had to have been mightily treasured to make the antlered deer spend their time growing armament for battle with one other, all because of them.
she agreed with the proposal that he get two names. that sounded fair. phaedra had lots of names too! when asked about the origins of her choice, however; ”uuuum…” she cast her mind back and fished for the answer he sought, a rosette of bashfulness flushing her cheeks. "is id a bad wowd?” she whispered first.
either way, she answered him once a recent memory came forth in her word recall. ”wen we playing dag? you wewe being funny, papa, you caughd me an made me lost, ad go ‘papa isd siegew!’" she bellowed, then remembered they had to be quiet, and toned it back down. "so was dhinkiing, hid name could be siegew, so other deez awnd siegew. and he can get hid vvv ... vifes.” phaedra looked up at her father now, feeling shy and hiding her burning face behind a lifted shoulder.