Hushed Willows daisy chain blues

hang out. did bridget mean with her? the woman and her red-cloaked face were fierce enough to command the air of any wolf. but it was teya she had chosen. the rustgrey ears splayed, but it was not with fear this time; something else sparking warm and slow in her veins.
"tell me ... will you tell me about you?" anything, the girl supposed; her auds cupped forward and a shy sway of plume at her heels as eyes held the starlight intrigue in the other courtier. bridget certainly led a full life, she thought privately; her own days were aloof and reserved, for teya enjoyed the shadows and quiet places of the court.