The Tangle cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

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failure clung to cerulean like a ghost, taunting her. she doesn't know why she can't let moonglow go.  she is pulled from the spiral of her wallowing as it morphs into anger.  the landscape seems to be a manifestation of her mind, sharp and wretched. 

she pauses to scent, and she would be glad for it.  she could scarcely make out his shape from the thick vegetation that surrounded them, but she let out a chuff to draw the man's attention.