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

he was very beautiful, teya thought to herself, not a statement she might ever utter. but it was not one that was new to her, this thought. she had no name for the charisma that chased his frostmoon figure with light, only that as he ascended toward the true nature of fae, he seemed to glow.
still woefully unaware of sundance's private thoughts, teya reddened beneath his encouragement. "what if ..." a thousand things to put there, and none of them fit into the puzzle-piece clasp. she swallowed, turned her gaze forward. "i afraid i will be weak."