The Tangle when you grow older and all those boys grow tired of you

she feels like she should be more annoyed than she is, but seeing furi laugh as she comes closer eases a little of the tension she's been carrying. really blixen could stay like this forever, watching her friend rescue her from her tangled prison, a soft smile on her mouth. "my hero," she teases before being unceremoniously dropped to the ground with a yelp. mallaidh's nose on her cheek makes it better as she gets up, following easily and trying to listen to her instructions.

"okay," the fleimkepa says, expression a little dubious. for being as petite as she is, blix has never been a light walker -- stealth is not her forté. still, she tries, paying attention to the feel of the vines as they brush her ankles. "is it all like this?" she asks, glancing from her feet to mallaidh (and only stumbling a little bit). she hasn't said out loud her exact reason for making furi explore with her yet, but her own protests against the tangle are beginning to melt away with the graceful movements of her companion. she just looks so... at home here. blix wants to capture that image forever and hold it against her chest. she can't do that, but she can... well. we'll see.