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a lighthearted comment; she did not consider the possibility of her parents’ mortalities any more than she considered her own. which was to say, phaedra did not consider it a possibility at all; would not abide even the inkling of it. 

would that she could snatch their obols between her own teeth, and let charon convey two less-loved souls across his bedamned fel river.

cocking her hip, the girl said laughing, “well, vielleicht er ist nicht so alt...” failing to duck mahler's retaliatory strafe of snow in time. she caught it with her shoulder and at once gasped at the sheer devilry—! 

and then burst out laughing. a halo of delight shed its glow on her face as she bent over a panoply of snow, hoarding her instruments of war into the crook of her elbow. 

ever the little gremlin, phaedra moved to rake in another pile (mischief aforethought always) and in doing so unburied the bright faces of some purple-and-gold croci. surprise snagged in her throat. she did not know flowers would grow beneath the snow! 

"seht mal, was ich entdeckt habe!" she called to her father, gently brushing crystals from the flowers in the meantime.