Deepwood Weald Black-eyed Susan

To say Wren was taken aback would be to put it way too lightly. An awfully forward gesture from the small sunflower woman, one she wasn't entirely sure what to do with, but not an unwelcome one. 
Her surprise comes out in the form of laughter and a swivel of her ears, but she doesn't move away. She is simply still, a boiling heat rushing to her head and a dusty rose painting her cheeks. Okay, not lost, got it, she whispers, her nose finding a way to the nape of the strange girl's neck, then gently pressed against her shoulder. 
Suddenly, she feels a little bit like she is about to suffocate. Men were suave enough to lay down this much attention within minutes, and it was expected, but women? Without putting too much distance between them, Wren peels away just enough to catch a good look at the girl's face. She is undeniably pretty, which causes the larger woman's intestines to twist into a knot. Wh-- uh, who are you, again? I don't think I heard yah.