Broken Antler Fen turnwrath

"is better that way," teya blurted, shoving herself chest deep into the aromatic leaves. "there. now we have same scent." bridget, fortunately, agreed to her suggestion. the raven lolled against the ground.
"yes." a mischief-laden glint in her coolwater eyes. "you and me." they had toiled long here, and by summertime she expected brecheliant's new nestlings to be more steady on their feet. "have you seen ocean?" teya asked, wondering if the light between them had only lapsed to friendliness now.