Hushed Willows borscht

teya, as usual, only plucked a single word from those offered. yet her own lexicon had grown somewhat, and so shyly she nodded. "empire." that was her home, and she adored reiko from a distance.
but it was also silent, tense, uncomfortable beneath the beautiful elven mists. teya did not know how to fit the awkward piece of herself into the edges of the empire already polished.
a blink. the sylph seemed to be extending a grace. "rain," the little sprite remarked, glancing into the wet darkness and then her own soaked form. "teya come" came her addition, as finally she straightened into the bedraggled rawboned aspect of her standing self.