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

she got the sense that her mother did nto appreciate her seminal work in the research of worms and mustered a mighty huff when she was commanded to let her friend go. "ids no'a dhing, hids name ids dulip." she said matter-of-factly with a froward nod. tulip—because they were both pink, of course. 
phaedra looked her mother squarely in the eyes, lamblike, and splayed her ears at the scolding she recieved, "the hole wads d'small fow a bear." she informed her murmuringly from the side of her mouth, ignoring the names of other possible menaces with a flippant sulk. 
the snake dotingly dubbed tulip hung from the girl's shoulder and coiled around her leg, flicking its tongue. 
wylla's tone waned to a kindly plea and phaedra nodded with a smile. "sure ok mama," she agreed, watching as her ophidian friend escaped to the ground again, giggling "come back here you silly!" as it slithered towards wylla. phaedra danced giddily on the balls of her feet, nabbing it by the tail to begin dragging it outside.