Sawtooth Spire a single spark that claims the whole forest

his suggestions went through one ear and out the other. phaedra sat on her bottom and blearily cast her gaze round the darksome glade. as midsummer gathered way, crickets and cicadas and the occasional bullfrog found their voices at this hour, but she was rarely awake to hear their harmonizing. her ears, bright as the moon itself, fidgetted about.
brow tying itself in into a palomar knot, she looked him up and down. "ids moon out. i heard thade call fow me. whys you here? thade?" she whisper-shouted into the darkness.