Nova Peak jämmerlich

the moose had loomed large, but she was fearless and calmly watched him with a childlike stare of friendly curiosity. i can gentle his might. i know no fear of him. 
fearless or reckless, surely the latter to her father whose panic soon flooded his senses and gaze as he reeled at her dashing forth; he came alongside her shortly with a harrowed aspect as the ungulate departed with a snort and low.
perhaps it was this that had driven the bull anxiously into the rushes, after all. 
the starplucked prinzessin, disappointed but nonetheless acclimated to the sensation of shouldering such chainmail put upon her bodice, looked at mahler and his beard of cobwebby silver, then lowered her eyes with deference. "ja, papa," she conceded. he does not think i can do it.
phaedra's gaze spared a final glance to the trees, then turned from them. "ich glaube nicht, dass mir sein bedt gefallen würde." she added, referring back to their conversation about moose and their aquatic lairs. 
water had never been kind to phaedra, nevermind however much it liked to leak from her eyes.