Deepwood Weald Black-eyed Susan

This strange girl known as Reverie was apparently full of surprises. The reaction in the form of tears causes Wren to reach for her once more with parted lips and open arms, but before she could touch her, the golden child had already disappeared. 
Perhaps she should have turned and left after that, decidedly make it not her business. But the unsettling tugging feeling at her heart and the cold drop in her stomach tells her otherwise. So she follows. 
Wren was, decidedly, terrible at two things: flirting and comforting others. Connection was not something that came naturally to her. But here she was anyway, shouting for the daydreamer with a flagged tail and ears that fold backward. She had to fix this, somehow, lest it haunt her forever. 

I'm sorry, her words bounce and echo off of the trees that surround her. Reverie is nowhere to be seen, but her scent is everywhere. can you please just talk to me? I-- I just wanted to-- goddammit.