The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

this girl’s reflexes were woefully slow! hah! were all landlubbers like this? miette pulled back, dusting off her pelt as she watched the bug fly off into the thorny eaves.

blossom seemed unoffended. miette did not know what to make of this. no. ‘e flew off. a wistful sigh exhaled from her muzzle. cuz i wanted to. don’t you ever just do what you want to?