Snowforest Taiga what's left of our eden's garden to grow?

despite the bucketing rain, the ambrosial smell of the flowers reminded her of home and made her lids heavy, lashes flittery with the courting of sleep—
a small voice, "hi," snatched the invitation from behind her eyes but phaedra stirred listlessly in the incarnadine flower bed, gentling her cheek against their petals with a smile. she indulged in reminiscences about stag bringing her dandelions in exchange for new secret words; how many had he learned by now? her mind somnolently mused on— 
"ich mag deine blumen," the voice remarked and it was then that phaedra realized the first greeting had not been a hypnagogic murmur. she plucked her head up, turning to squint at the darkened form looming alongside her.
her brain was a sieve from lack of sleep, so it just interpreted her father's tongue as its common translation. 
"huhm? hi? wha ... flowers?" she said in a muzzy voice, then suddenly recalled where she was. "uhhhhh, urrhhhh," slight panic that this small child had followed her into a field swallowed by water escalated to full panic, her eyes glanced searchingly for the mother of this kid who was shaking like an old woman's hands on her fifth cup of coffee. 
after a fashion, the pale prinzessin beared against her elbows and leaned in towards ciri, "whereds your ma?" phaedra said anxiously, lifting her eyes and casting her muzzle towards the wooded berm where the rest of the group had bedded down for the night. "you go find your ma, kay?"