Sawtooth Spire i'm bound by the feeling that's so easy to fake

a couple more to wrap up? <3

phaedra helped with the stones as best she could, dropping mostly mouthfuls of pebbles and rockshards upon the more formidable masonry, until they'd (see: stag) erected the first segment of her palisade against the ilk of gremlins. observing "their" hard work, she sat plumb on her pale tuchis and said, "vollkommen," turning to smile at stag, "perfec'," she revealed in english.
sure, she could have given him the easier word perfekt, but what fun would that be? besides, its adjective was easier for her to say. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
growing bored, as children were wont to do, of collecting stones, phaedra gave her friend a secretly sly look and then dramatically gasped in horror. "d'd'move! be very sdill," she whispered as she crept round to stare at his face with a look of blatant disturbance, "j-jus' d'panic, i'll ged id..."