Sawtooth Spire erbärmlich

her self-consciousness was ameliorated by mahler's validation, and she adjusted herself rightly so. ”he need vives." phaedra repeated, sagely nodding without a clue in the world as to what a vife or vive was. "alv dem!” she added.
”if he vas a voman deer, he vould not have antlers. and he vould look for a husband instead.” 
”da voman deez awe vife, and anlewrl deez are husbad?” she watched the spring buck, marveling again at the prongs on his head. the child thought on her father’s words for a long moment, trying to unravel some of this information privately before she spoke again. she did have … a few pertinent questions that her curiosity was presently tholing. 
as she opened her mouth to speak them into existence, the buck stamped his hoof again at the pair, snorted and grunted, then disappeared through a spinous thicket. phaedra jumped from her papa’s embrace and gasped. ”siegew wan off papa!” thx captain obvious. she stared towards the thicket for a long while, waiting for him to come back. he wouldn’t. phaedra visibly moped, turning back to mahler with a dramatic sigh. ”di’nd ged do dell him i am phaedwa.”