The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

all this movement made miette dizzy. the whirls and twirls of blossom’s dance took her across the small clearing.

what a boone be? and more importantly, could sapphique secure one too? how hard were they to catch?

she plodded after the pirouetting form of her new forest-nymph interest. what did she do for fun? oh! tons of things. her gaze sparked with a smile. i swim! an’ i hunt, an’ sometimes me an’ astera go explorin’. she puffed out her narrow chest while blossom sailed past on nimble feet, sinking to the forest floor with her gaze skyward. 

an intrusive thought made its home in miette’s heart. hearing her mother’s scolding voice somewhere in her mind, miette ignored it — and set the stage for her next move.