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

there it was again, that glance. the way he spoke to her now. teya blinked, grinning shyly despite herself. cheeks bunched and burned; she blanched when he mentioned her fall. "you saw?" she demanded in a horrified explanation, wilting somewhat beneath the soft worry of the mab-made man.
"all right," teya assured sundance, punctuating it with a nod of her head. "you are faerie now," she marvelled softly, diverging their conversation from herself. "scary?" she asked softly of the secret ritual, though the girl was unsure that the boy could speak of such things.