Sawtooth Spire unzureichend

"die blumen, sehen, wie sie sich ausdehnen und helfen dem weber," mahler murmured, lowering his muzzle toward a pair of spinnermaids drafting a thicker thread of silk. he admired their industry for a moment, wishing that all creatures could be such in their work, and then moved to the next. 
"das essen wird in den palästen aufbewahrt," he explained, motioning to the shine of a tiny, hollowed carapace glinting beneath the smudged cluster of webbings along another flower. a beetle once; now only a decoration for the endless expansion of spires and turrets and tunnels in this miniature world dwarfed even by phaedra's growing paws.
would thade have enjoyed such a sight? mahler's throat clenched; he hid it with a gruff harumph and a nosing of one pale daughter's eartip.