Firefly Glen [PHE] Skipping stone

drawing herself up severely, chani regarded the kvarsheim boy with a familiarity taken only from having met his brother not long before. "anot'er from de large stones?" her voice was a dry drawl; her eyes said she meant only jest.
chani's cloak had become more spiked during these interactions; she struggled beneath its invisible weight, wanting very much to be more — amiable.
he had not been in her path, but now she stepped into his. chani had fixed the ivy-crown and now it tendriled more aptly around her ears and down the sides of her face. "sven offered to show me kvarsheim," teased once she had noted how very striking his eyes were; once she needed to get away from that feeling of wanting to be known. "what do you be t'inkin' about dat?"