Sawtooth Spire erbärmlich

once again, he was there to soothe her dismay. she stared into the now-still clearing of the forest that the stag recently occupied, the slip of a smile wreathing her mouth. ”i bed dhey gwow high as da dwees!” she announced, peering up at the canopy of trees above and feeling ever so confident in her sieger. 
in truth, phaedra would probably never be able to tell sieger apart from any other mature stag, but it was fare for her imagination and she tightly clutched this hope as precious crown jewels in the palm of her mind.  
before long, mahler presented her with a new word. doctor. she pursed her lips in close thought. had she ever heard of a doctor? she'd been saved by one, more than once at that, but she'd never known the word. ”no …” she volunteered, loping out of her father’s embrace to sniff some tree litter. ”doc’dow, papa?” she looked up, a questioning look passed across her face as she turned back to him. ”wat dad is?”