The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

boone being revealed as a male ended miette's interest. there were not many males that qualified as 'interesting' in her life.

blossom, however, intrigued the girl with her whirlwind moods and dashing feet. it was as if she never stood still. miette was reminded of a riptide -- coming and going in mercurial lashes against the hardened edges of the world.

already, the dancer was on her feet, then sitting again. miette's impish idea transcended into something better as blossom mentioned she could swim. not as good as miette, she bet. i know a pond not too far from here, cuz i esplore a lot. miette informed blossom with a broad gesture of her paw towards a hidden path in the tangle. it be dis way.