Redhawk Caldera rosebowl

rutting season. she knew what he meant, even under a different word, but the implication was swift. it brought her to mind of snow, wintertime. cold forests and long icefields.
quiet.
ibis, dancing beneath the moon — her heart ached. 
unbeknownst to teya, she was all too willing to put down her more sapphic affectations in favour of what was easier. what was more familiar. 
what was less painful.
but reyes had hurt her, hadn't he? they had hurt each other over and over. and she had hurt bridget. and now she was grappling with today, how bronco made the bottom of her chest feel warm when he responded to her hints.
and she didn't deserve to hurt anyone else.
teya realized she had been quiet too long than necessary; she cleared her throat. "sorry. i thinking about — that time." reyes, scarlet and lunging through the forest.
she was flustered, caught in a welter of memories. "i think i distracted." the lamest jest she had ever made.