Redhawk Caldera The View from Halfway Down

teya did laugh at that. dingus was a good word for him: it felt fair-natured and self-deprecating in a way she had noticed before. her coolwater eyes danced, and she let herself wonder what else bronco had behind his features. so far he had shown her things that appealed, but teya held a cold pragmatism that often tripped her.
still, she was willing to try. to be courted, as bronco had said. her stomach flipped pleasantly; she shook water away and darted deeper along the bank.
"good as me though?" teya challenged, and here she reared up, dragging a complimentary sounding of water toward bronco in retribution.
he was handsome when he was playing; she thought wildly, for a moment, of how sorana might regard him. what she might think. 
she would not move so fast. teya determined only to be in the present.
her eyes glowed. her lips were curved in delight. for an entire second, it was only she and he.