Bitterroot Valley and without you is how i disappear

of course this sweet girl protested when lanawyn called herself boring, but it was the truth.  she was a fae, a ghost, staring hungrily and greedily at those with the ability to drift about conversation with enrapturing fluidity.  even though she was remarkably beautiful in her proportions and colour, nobody had ever taken the time to see her as more than just her body.

you're welcome, she says, but does not accept the compliment.  really, the girl is just trying to be nice.  we are.  maybe some more boys will find their way to us soon, she accentuates with a roll of her shoulders.