Hushed Willows Aren't you tired trying to fill that void?

he had taken a liking to teya, this sundance. the memory of him etched upon her cheek.  it was not a distant recollection, but one that had only just taken place. and so she plodded through the rain, head down. the sound of the newly-made faery's voice sounded, and she glanced to him, jaws clutching wet greenery.
nothing to be said; her clearwater eyes stumbled across the calm of his flaxen countenance and faltered away; debilitatingly shy, teya could only imagine unsound reasons for sundance's new interest in her.