Nova Peak jämmerlich

she watched as her father appeared to empty all the laughter contained within him, her ears disappearing into the pallor of her ruff as she hunched and shared a snorting giggle. a rare side of her often self-possessed father to see and it excited her to stir him into the heartened emotion. it made her feel warm; she would need to remember to brainstorm other scenarios in which stag was in danger of extinction to further elicit such a response from him.
west, phaedra pondered. "wie man weiss, wo westen ist?" the start was not as boring as he might think. she knew right and left, but nothing about more advanced navigation, and as always, meddlesomeness insisted itself into her conscious when he was informed of something she wasn't.
he continued on to mention something about a palace and she gazed lingeringly at the fruitful glade that embosomed them. unbidden, with wonder, her lips silently mouthed palast. then, his tongue was laden with the gravitas that such a quest would ensure no safety for them and she glanced up, excitement replenished by the element of danger.
owls or no, she must go there!
phaedra leapt up and sought to crowd his personal space, shifting her petite paws to balance them on his own like a little girl being led in dance on her father's shoes during a ball. "können wir gehen? ohh! können wir bitte?" she pleaded, serving him the best doe-eyed gaze her expression could muster.
as an afterthought, she pledged: "i will behave in the groddo. i will!"