Nova Peak jämmerlich

an inner type of feeling. thanks dad, super helpful! couldn't teach her to track the celestial phases, for the line between the two horns of a crescent moon was approximately east-west, or look for flora that appreciates drier microclimates, for southron directions, or even something apropros to one of their former meets: how orb-weavers oft constructed their webs on an east-west plane, yielding south and north facing sides, and how that was another way to get one's bearings. 
but how was she meant to go by a feeling? phaedra pouched her lips and twisted her mouth, casting her gaze in all four directions as they wended their way through the golden birch, seeking this owl manor.  "hope they are 'specting us, them owls," she put forth for the sake of casual conversation, lolloping ahead of mahler— but only just so. 
look up, father said, and so phaedra stopped and did as she was told. "up here?" she immediately stared directly at the blazing ball in the sky and just as quickly shaded her watering eyes with a paw, "oouh die sonne ist spicy anzusehen," she blinked away the tears shedding unbidden from her eyes while also lending her ears to her father for his wisdom regarding the cardinal points.
antique remark or no, it was the first she'd heard it, and curiosity thrid through her features.  
the girl mulled over his comment for a moment, scritching the dirt in museful thought, then raised her head and panned along the trees and their more distant adumbral rootmates. "in the— in the day—" her brows furrowed. "so wheres the sun go when is dark?" she asked, one eye squinching towards the daystar.