The Tangle the sacred smoke of juniper, and mugwort purifies the air

dey be expectin' a sister, but, mireille had told @Sobo. but i be wantin' you to come instead.
she had told him this after returning from her first excursion with druid. she thought of the rivenwood girl and her face warmed. 
the tangle crested before them mireille skirted it, pushing through the amazonian shadows. light filtering, and then she caught sight of three figures.
one was druid. the other was pale with a bright blazing stripe of red. and the third was all shadow and paleness, with two bright green eyes looking toward her.
mireille swallowed her trepidation and began to approach, hoping that sobo would come with her and not remain quiet in the tangles.