The Sunspire dandelion fluff

teya turned her attention from him, spreading coolwater gaze upon the details of the valley below. poignant. here she truly felt as though she might fly; the wind here was different. the air here was unchanged and carried a thousand messages. and to her, yes, it brought the goatish reek of zane's fear.
older than her, and still so fatigued at a cliff's edge —! when he had presumably drawn closer, teya bathed her lips with a coy flick of her tongue. "maybe i distract you from height," she suggested in a cunning tone, finding his eyes with a proud uptilt of her small head. she would not wait forever; now, with the howl of gusts against the unyielding stone of the mountain — now was his chance, and teya was prepared to make herself memorable.