The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

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Blossom was, categorically, a very good kid. But, as every teen was wont to do at some point, rebellion was only a hop skip and jump away from rationality.

So, she waited until @Boone wasn’t looking and @Reverie was doing her own thing, and she slipped away. Clumsily, sure, and maybe she giggled the entire time, but away she went at a bound. Like a doe, across the wide space, and into a tangled mess of a place she was sure to get lost in.

She’d be home before anybody even noticed! Until then, there was an intersection of scents here, one from the Taiga she has traversed with her mother, the other smelling of salt and brine so similar to the shore they’d lived at for some time.

Her smile wavered. Oh, Father would find them later, she rationalized, but as time kept turning, she began to doubt her predictions as correct.

Oh well, she had more interesting things to do. Like staring cross-eyed at the stickbug standing on the bridge of her muzzle, wobbling back and forth.