Hushed Willows Choose not a life of imitation

she blinked, shaking her head. it was her first time meeting izumi. 
she watched, something unrecognized and uncomfortable rising to twist her gut as the beautiful seraphim drew closer, baptizing bridget with an intimacy even teya had not shared.
she looked away, the scene committed unwillingly to memory, but looked back at the next, offering a shy smile of attempted encouragement toward the red-masque should she try to catch the flowergirl's eye.