Dragoncrest Cliffs and build a lego house.

Blixen huffed at his retort, and her brows furrowed as a flash of indignation warmed her nerves centered on the spot that he'd touched. She didn't like being made fun of, especially by her brothers. So she flattened her ears and readied herself for a sharper dig at the pale boy, until all anger abruptly faded at his unusual request. All the hot air she was building left in a great exhale and she stared back at him with wide-eyed wonder. His eyes were... different, somehow. Different than her own, surely, which were a muddy color resembling some amalgamation of blue and brown as they transitioned towards the coppery-hue she would share with her mother. 

Eventually the skin on her neck began to prickle at being stared at so intensely, "What?" she snapped with a nervous growl.