Broken Antler Fen tinsel

Dwin had not paid much attention to comings and goings and doings of adults, when spring had sung in their veins. Too pre-occupied with herself then, she had "ugh"-ed and "eww"-ed, when coming accross the scent or almost being a witness of how babies were actually found in the parsley beds. She had been glad that this had come to an end and been very careful to avoid following paths of the similar scents. 

This year was a little different and she realized it, when the same scent woke a myriad of emotions in her. Longing, desire and giddiness. Her rational and critical mind was still in charge, but the more molecules of this she picked up in the air, the quieter the voice became, until only one thought remained. She had to find the source. 

When she finally did and saw Teya, Dwin stopped, feeling two different things at the same time. She wished to approach the Raven and... she did not know, what then. And at the same time - this was Teya. Her aunt. Her nanny. Her mentor. Her superior. They were not in the same ranks, even if the gap between the age and experience had grown smaller.

Therefore she stood, looking at her friend with primal desire and conflict. Not knowing, what would be the right thing to do. The easiest one was clear.