Broken Antler Fen haflat zifaf

teya, thinking of what eljay had said, wanted to return to the graves — if only for a day. 
she spent several hours at the gentle mounds, nestled close to them and allowing herself to grieve, allowing herself the anonymity of tears shed in the empty fen.
it was roteness that drew teya to the borders again, where she hastily wiped her eyes and looked curiously at the coyote. "i see you at the wedding, yes?" she said softly, though her gaze was filling with curiosity.