Sawtooth Spire unzureichend

"oh," she said once he'd explained the symbiotic relationship between the violets and the acrobats. she knew juncos liked their seeds, she'd seen them pecking at their orange stamen before. still, she was unsure how the flowers profited from being used as truss beams, but simply rimpled her lips in a question mark and kept the uncertainty private as her sunset eyes were motioned towards the iridescent carapace. 
another question framed her mouth, but before the lilt formed in her throat, she heard a throaty noise and felt her father's nose brushing her eartip. again, she the frisson of warmth tingled her spine. phaedra reluctantly listed away, and the guilt was too much like a cinderblock to look at him. "thanks for showing me, papa," she said taciturnly, taking one last look at the violets before moving aside. "vielleichd ... werde ich meinem garden solche blumen hinzufügen,"