Hushed Willows daisy chain blues

teya's eyes were quieted by the flow of bridget's words. the worst of it would always be that she could not answer so easily, words slipping over one another on their rush out of her skull, and tipping to her tongue garbled them further. but for the cardinal's sake she would attempt.
bridget, a woman who had lived within the ways of the fae forever but was not content. and even here, with what she knew, teya sensed an intrigue in bridget that was not easily satisfied. or perhaps it was only her own perception; no matter.
"tell me about flowers you saw," she smiled shyly, tap-tap-tapping the edge of her tail against her hocks. a breath, a squint skyward as she awkwardly gathered sentence fragments like an armful of briars. "not know parents. knew uncle and aunt. was not — they say i am not ... complete," teya said in a quieter voice, eyes flicking to bridget and then the silent dark earth. "so i leave. come to empire. it is beautiful but ... cold. empty. one night i slip, fall into willows." she laughed; the irony of it. "and now i am here."