Sawtooth Spire racing in my mind, doing 100 in a 60

sorry i suck

she barely processed star's reassurances. her head was on a swivet as her eyes sought the familiar faces of anyone. erratically breathing, she felt those pearls of salt blur her vision. "n-n-o, lef m-me," her voice trembled. phaedra looked over her shoulder, into the forest, insensible to star's consolations, and loudly shright "M-M-A-AA-MA!" as tears washed down her cheeks. 
hurting. hurting. was she hurting? yes. everywhere. hurting where the tree had bit her, in her heart which papa had broken into shards, in her throat that was hoarse from wailing. yes. she hurt! and phaedra shook her head despite all of this.
once again her gaze cast a net for anyone recognizable, and found stag in the offing, running up on the pair. he arrived fighting for breath. "S-D-DAG!" she bemoaned, turning from star and falling into his embrace with a dramatic weep. "mama an thade lef me, dey lef me alone, an the dree hurded my leg, and dey lef me wid asradus!" she poured out breathlessly. "mama ne-ever leave for i wakes up! she lef me, bof she and papa lef me! i am a CHILD!" she shrieked. 

fuckin' threenagers.