Haunted Wood I'm dressing so ironic

Then she showed concern. Of all things!
Her ruby eyes snapped to her oaken ones. What even was this? Was this a witch playing these mind-games. Evidently.
She stalked forward, close to Serem. She needed to fix this. Sort out what was what.

"I'm conflicted because of you

bruja​." She leaned closer, hoping so badly she wouldn't lose her face, but none of her concerns were evident. Couldn't be.
She pressed a soft kiss to her muzzle, hoping she wouldn't be snapped up.
If Serem decided she wanted Vanity to fuck off, she would. Rather quickly. If not, well she'd continue her small kissed down her muzzle.