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

perhaps if she were older, phaedra would have conjured a name for wormzilla more to her mother's approval. alas, she remained yet a child, and the names stirring about her cerebral cauldron were all names of flowers she knew. tulip was better than violet anyway, wylla should be proud to know that her little dumpling could tell colours apart. 
and now mama was clearly distressed, so phaedra hastened her backwards pedaling, fighting against the snake's strong resistance to leave the cool barrow. "c'mon dulip, we pay ouside! mama said so," she grunted between her teeth, falling back against her haunches when the snake was successfully plucked out and slithering mazily in the grass. 
"he jus wannad gives you kisses, mama ..." she huffed, cutting "tulip" off at all corners while he tried to vacate the area. "asides, bears d' sid on eggs," phaedra said distractedly, giggling and shimmying her rudder with playfulness as she brushed off wylla's concern about returning the snake to her nest.
"i disagree!" she bleated.