The Tangle “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

splashing in the water, one could think the two girls were good friends having the time of their life in the glinting waves.

but miette was overcome with a dark thought as blossom's head disappeared under the tow.

she wondered what the bubbles might look like as they fought to reach the surface, if she held blossom there. what would her voice sound like as water flooded her lungs?

what would her eyes look like?

but the reverie was dashed as the girl's head resurfaced. the impulse faded, replaced by a dark annoyance. miette cracked a smile and splashed water towards blossom. dat was easy. she asserted, twirling in the shallows. bet you won't do it again.

in the end, these were budding impulses that the girl was too young to act upon. without experience, she lacked a practiced confidence that might later serve her better.

that night miette dreamed of blossom’s eyes cupped in the crook of her palms.