Broken Antler Fen Scarlet

teya considered this question for a moment; again, it was something that had not been asked of the girl. all, she wished to say silently. the verdant green eyes of the other raven tugged a bit upon her consciousness, and teya realized quickly that if anyone were to understand the unsaid, it would be wraen.
"i not helpful," she grinned at herself. "all my favorites. all i enjoy hearing."
any tale, swallowed whole and spoken later to commit the details to memory. teya had lived long upon only scraps of creativity, and it was the repressed starveling child that spoke through her now, wondering how very many stories wraen had gathered.