Broken Antler Fen Scarlet

friends. very good friends. teya's cheeks pinked beneath her greypumpkin fur, and she was thankful for even its short covering as she looked at her paws, crossed in front of her body. "bridget, ah, special," the raven swallowed. "would not be me if not her." she had known the red-masque a long time, the girl realized with a start; from seelie court to raven-home to here.
more than special, but as usual, teya did not have the words to articulate her sentiment.
"maybe you?" she suggested instead, a slight humour to her words. wraen would draw her own conclusions, but the little violet found she trusted whatever the other might make of her comments upon bridget.