Jade Fern Grove 'Cause everybody knows something I don't wanna know

this girl whom dinah still lacked a name for was, unfortunately, kind of funny. the redhawk found herself biting back a chuckle. she wanted to kick herself. it was the first time a laugh had naturally come to her in months.
it's hard to think you're not stalking me when you were watching me from behind the trees. her words came more languid now, less defensive — almost playful. perhaps this girl meant no harm; perhaps dinah could let her guard down again.
the slip of the word pretty from the wayward hippie brought a funny feeling to the pit of dinah's stomach. why had she called her that? no one but her parents had ever called her that. whatever helps you sleep at night.
var-sheen? blinking, dinah slowly shakes her head no. i don't know what a, um, var-sheen is. i live in rivenwood now.