Hushed Willows daisy chain blues

"not different. just ... for me," teya struggled, for her mind wished to focus upon the concept of dried flowers. she had seen them before, but bridget seemed to allude that this could be done deliberately. "words come hard to me." and only her, from what she had seen. teya could not remember the children she had played with, or if there had ever been any; she recalled only the dour faces of her aunt and her uncle, and she turned out to wander in the forest till dark.
not wanting to think of that now, the girl forced herself to present. "i want to be faery also, but am scared."