Sawtooth Spire sailing through the mist, into the abyss, if you knew, would you sail out to me?

phone post bc can't sleep sry 4 quality

wylla's boisterous and theatrical response to phaedra's "hazard spaghetti" presentation caused a gale of giggles from her daughter, who had meant only the best when she'd ditched the snake upon her sleeping mother. the child flirted and lopt on the soles of her feet, inventorying the exciting new four-letter-word word for later use. 
the bubblegum boa tried to slither away from the commotion but the eisen's precious dumpling hadn't trekked all this way home for it to simply ... snake (kek) away! of all the worms she'd ever found, this was her piece de resistance, and it wasn't slipping out the side door like some liberal socialist cousin avoiding family gathering political debates. 
"bud theydre soooo wiiiggly! ids funny!" she bargained, quite poorly. her need for entertainment didn't constitute a demand to perform on her mother's part, but as far as her daughter was concerned, it most certainly did. 
she intercepted the snake and gently scooped it back into her jaws; it was rather docile and curled around her snout, exploring the white muss of her head. phaedra breathed a snicker at the ticklish movement, traipsing back towards mama as her ophidian crown flicked its tongue. 
"foundsd id inna hole." she trilled with a giggly shrug as her new friend draped across her shoulders. "kindsa like ours but widh bunches of sdicks an suff coverings idt."