Hushed Willows Your last chance to negotiate

She suddenly regretted bringing the guy up entirely. A slight twitch of her french lilac eye was all she showed of her annoyance, stammering defensively; Look, he probably does not even fancy me in that way — so, in the end, it's futile. She pouted slightly, wondering where the hurt feelings came from. This time it wasn't her fear of romantic situations and commitments beyond her current comprehension - no, it was that no one had ever fancied her the way she thought someone should in a relationship. Saying he's handsome is like stating a fact — the sun is bright, snow is white, et cetera. She chirped after having calmed down her feelings of anger, her tone now a bit more somber.

Well, so am I. She said as she marked a tree for the second time today - it was clear the conversation about her love life had upset the little fae a bit.