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

mallaidh makes it look so easy, if she wasn't busy trying to watch their footsteps, blixen would be distracted by the fluid grace of her movements. she's always thought her friend was beautiful, but somehow she looks different than she did before she left -- more confident in her body, maybe. a sort of natural looking elegance to her steps that blix lacks, despite being seemingly built for it. blixen is .. not clunky, but brusque in her movements, much more heavy-footed. 

she listens to mallaidh's descriptions as they walk, her tongue running along her teeth in thought. actually, strategically, the tangle is interesting -- the dense and difficult vines offer a sort of protection from external forces. and true to her word, they finally make it through the natural barrier, the open inside of the tangle finally revealing itself to her. she's always been too impatient to make it this deep. "woah," blix murmurs, taking in the sight of the clearing and then the tree, weirdly beautiful as it is. she noses at the base of it silently, intrigued. after a few moments she lifts her head and fixes mallaidh in her gaze. "you really like it here, yeah?" blix asks, because about 90% of her thought process here is contingent on that fact -- and once it's confirmed she'll explain her plan.