Vanille had been stuck with her own troubles — well, more so guilt then anything. She had only wanted to visit the village to explore, not destroy these grumpy stone men!
She was looking for an answer, help even, but to her dismay — the help she got was not one she had anticipated. Her knees dug into the ground, scooping aimlessly at the rocks before her eyes focused on the familiar, older female.
“F-Fang?!” She cried out, dropping the stone pebbles from her hands. Her legs lifted her up to stand, almost speechless at the sight of her.
“But, but, but. I wasn’t! You —” Vanille stumbled over her words, her eyes swelling with glossy tears at the mere thought. “W-Where have you been?”
How coincidental that Vanille appeared before her eyes in the midst of looking for her. Lady Luck truly loved Fang, didn’t she? The thought made her grin deepen, instantly walking forward and opening her arms to invite the pigtailed girl to come give her a hug.
” Coulda asked ya the same thing, hon. ‘Fraid we’re both a bit confused on that. “
While playing it casually, she was immensely relieved that her partner was here in the long run. The thing that was worrying her now, however, was the pack of rocks that slowly made their way over to the duo. Fang’s strands of wild hair bounced infront of her face as she looked back to see how far they were, turning back to nudge at the group with her shoulder.
” Hate to bust up this sweet reunion, but I think it might be for the best if we left this swamp. Get the hug outta the way so I can carry ya outta here! “