The Tangle Settle down, it'll all be clear

”I think that would be b-best,” she stammered, her posture gradually withdrawing into something meek and helpless — validly so. Made herself simmer down the writhing and wriggling for this wanderer to , and so the brambles wouldn’t snag further. All the while, there was a part of her which remained unaware of how much she truly ran her mouth; but it was probably from being spoilt rotten by her many exchanges with Verx.

In the meantime, she pressed a scarred chin to her paws, set her bum down, and gazed at that insolent bit of green just beyond the brambles with an almost girlish, beaten petulance. Aure decided, then and there, that even if it took the rest of her life, she would discover what that sprig was. Damn it.