Sleepy Fox Hollow shadows that lift off the bloom and the velvet

fibbbing! her! a fibber! her expression recovered from its ostensible shock, shoulders shrugging at the question of whether or not she thought the sunspear was dangerous. in fact, the girl wanted to defend mahler's choice in mountains -- not because she felt either parent was right or wrong about the hazards risked by raising a family there, rather because she felt like in a soulslivered way she belonged there and that lent itself to a prickly air about her suddenly but briefly. 

on word of a nicer place, phaedra braced herself eagerly and opened her mouth to delve into the details of this nicer place, and indeed why they had ever left, but the mention of her father presently cloistered phaedra's curiosity. aesthetic chills chased up the back of her ears, causing them to pitch and roll. 

"mhmm," the girl answered evasively, teethtips fretting the inside of her cheek. she thought again of his lingering cough, and the ominous gulf it opened inside of her. 

phaedra forced a smile, lifting eyes from the ground. "i don't see him much. he promised me this trip a while ago," she said, "but i'm glad he waited, otherwise we wouldn't have found you." 

the girl bolted suddenly upright, ears perking: "ahm- where is stag?" she asked, vibrant with an epiphany that her companion wasn't a part of their caravan.