Hushed Willows daisy chain blues

teya did not understand bridget's continued kindness. in earlier life, it had been rare, a taste of honey here and there from a well-meaning older wolf who wanted to give the child something happy. for they all thought her dim, she knew; her tongue locked behind iron bars, her mind unable to link words to one another.
suspicion then, in the recesses of her. but bridget had only ever been kind, interested in her since their first meet. and sundance, the way that he looked at her —
teya flushed beneath the short fur of her face, listening with an eager raptness to the cardinal's detail. willow she knew, tansy she had seen in passing. "ginger." she rolled the jolly word around for a moment. "i not know that one. yes. i like if you show me." a smile into that glance then, even as her own pulled away with a sudden surge of shyness.