Broken Antler Fen From high hopes to the ground

teya had nothing to add, but her widewater eyes flitted over those she did not yet know. first there was a strong and silent man, tall with black fur and yellow gaze. a small and incredibly beautiful woman, chased in shades of rosy earth; teya looked away shyly toward the next. another man, darkfurred and regal where the first was somber and honed. 
there was a boy here, closer to her age; the former courtier saw his silvershade layers and the curious stripe that ran across his spine, but did not linger.
two girls, one patterned in umber and black, while the other wore dove-grey. 
a good assembly, and one into which teya felt she might have a hope of fitting.