for wenches and mead!

The collision happened suddenly and with very little warning, but then again being graceful wasn't really her thing. She thanked her lumbering Jarvela ancestors for that. Kaija let out a little snort as she pawed at her face and assessed her injuries... or lack thereof. She was fine, though her nose might be a little sore she'd dealt with far worse. Not much could compare to the weird crystal sickness that had practically robbed her sight from her. "Proven," she shot at her, still all grumbly and trying to get her bearings. She was a bit taller than Jack and definitely huskier, which proved her point. Hide and seek was not her kinda game and she was fine with admitting that.

"Yeah, short stuff," she chortled, though Jack was hardly what she'd consider short. But that was besides the point. "How d'you know I'm a nice girl? Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm the big bad wolf or whatever story parents tell their pups at night." Kaija didn't bother putting on a show, her voice betraying the fact that she was hardly committed to pretending such a thing was even remotely true. "What about you? What's a nice girl like you doing out here?" They'd already mocked each other a few times, might as well keep that game going a bit longer.