Sawtooth Spire unzureichend

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phaedra had grown larger. longer. taller. the beginning inches of a sapling sprung up overnight. and while briefly her gaze filled with an answering glow, it was dispelled by the way her little face had barricaded itself. too late, perhaps, he was, but mahler saw little reason to address it.
his failing; she would see the shade of an apology in her father's cragborne face before he cleared his throat, plume flicking at his heels. "i have found a place vhere all kinds of little spiders sit in purple flowers. vould you like to see it?" and here he paused, not wishing to cause her more angst if she did not wish to go. 
for mahler, though he knew not the sum of all things her mind held, understood he had fallen in her favour. and so in this wisdom he sought it again, swallowing the pit of shame that he had missed so much.