Sawtooth Spire unzureichend

obv going to assume this takes place before this <3

she was in her intended premises of the forested glade, playing amidst the flowerbeds of gardenias and batting at butterflies that wreathed her frame like a proper cherub (where was a glowing halation of sunshine when you needed one?), when he chuffed for her.
rolling to her feet, phaedra twisted on her shoulder to see her father coming through the copsewood. she immediately collected herself into a genteel sit. her eyes sought his own, found warmth instilled in the lavender that unbidden drew forth a reciprocated affection in her own gaze. a hearth kindled by guilt, truly, because she still felt a briskness run her through. the reveal of his susceptibility to imperfection had left its treacly residue.  
"hallo papa." she said quietly, politely, suddenly shying away from his regard of her and unsure of what to do with her ears which had, seemingly overnight! grown in disproportion to her head. they settled on a lopped position as she tried to look surreptitiously between his legs for his quiverfull of afterbears, then glanced edgeways again when the ferns folded behind him.