Stone Circle In a quiet kind of litany, she accepted some defeat

They went down together, a mess of golden and silvery-white fluff all woven together. For a moment she found it difficult to discern which pieces of their awkward puzzle belonged to her, and which ones belonged to Bjarna. She could only laugh and go limp, figuring they would get hurt if they tried too desperately to untangle themselves. After that it was easier to sort out.
Reverie extracted herself carefully from the aftermath of their collision, checking over Bjarna as she did and trying to help the girl up if she would let her. She assumed that her new sister wasn't hurt mostly because she herself was fine, but she wanted to be sure. Bjarna was so delicate, after all.