Whitefish River keep your head up

"trees?" saarthal panted, head tilting in confusion before realisation dawned and she smiled, sheepish. adopting a disappointed expression — brows furrowed, shoulders slumped and a little pout on her lips — she shook her head, a sigh slipping from between her lips. "no, unfortunately, i haven't," saarthal glanced up at the sky, as if asking some deity above why there weren't any good trees to flirt with, "i've found cute girls, though. i mean, they're not as good as trees, obviously, but there's one with really pretty eyes — a girl, i mean, not a tree, that i'd like to get to know better, y'know?" her mouth tugged upwards and she shuffled to face her companion. 

"what about you, vari? anyone special?" and though saarthal had indeed kinda-flirted with her, she didn't expect varinril to say herself (because saarthal flirts with everyone and it usually doesn't mean anything, unfortunately...though it might) it was an honest question, and a curious glint sparks in her fiery eyes.