Hushed Willows daisy chain blues

again, bridget's gentle compliments; again, teya shrinking inside herself at the idea of praise. but this time she pushed beyond it, drew a breath. "sundance ... had sleep. i will have sleep. what if i not ... awake?" the concept of being put beyond herself by one substance or another was not an enjoyable thought for the flighty girl; even now she felt the thudding of her heartbeat in the birdcage of her ribs, and flicked her glance shyly toward the red-masque woman for a steadying answer.