Sawtooth Spire a single spark that claims the whole forest

over the crepescular songsters and songstresses, and in her doziness, she hadn't heard her name being sissed into the darkness, only a vague voice answering her call. from under the cool aegis of their shelter, she appeared under the moonlight in a clammy, "fragrant" state of anergia. "thade? you poddyin'? i smell id ..." she mumbled, lids stickily blinking one after the next. 
she turned, and stag's white face was there. phaedra didn't startle or gasp or do anything she'd normally have done, instead, she offered him a jejune smile. "hi sdag." she looked down at her legs, and then at her abdomen and the rest. "i think thade peed on me." phaedra said, looking back up to her friend with a bewildered grimace.