Sawtooth Spire zweiter teil

preoccupied, giddy to seize him by another coup de main, the manner in which her father came privily to grief went unheeded by her. the girl felt in her own way unburdened here, and behind the holdfast of her mind were whimsical notions. how it might be to remain. to live here temporally, instead of eking out a listless existence as geist in rivenwood; away from the private resentments that lie in wait of her return.  

when the girl felt the gargoyle looming overhead, she uncupped her paws and admired the flowers while he wryly cantillated verses that had her recoiling slightly by the end. 

he, amused; she, looking momentarily upon her father’s face with mild alarm... followed by curvatures of mischief.

she slid her gaze back to the crocus and patted it with the ball of her paw-pad. “i like the go-getter attitude,” she praised them; for phaedra likewise hid herself away and if any had the gall to uproot and lick her they would be made thusly sick as well.

casting about her surroundings, throat making a ruminative h’m, the girl had hoped she’d find her way back to some memories of her cradle-home — she had almost expected to be sentimentally overset — but so far there was nothing other than the beauty of the mountain itself that uptempoed her heart.  

she averted her eyes, resigned to the glissade of forlorn emotion that arose from thoughts of her bruder errant. “he’d like this,” she said of thade, and their current adventure, while carefully retucking the flowers in their snowy linens. 

if they wanted to hide from the world... well, that was understandable. 

looking around again, she wondered aloud: “think someone's moved into our den?”