Dragoncrest Cliffs A paradox with flies

 blix doesn't like the graveyard. once she had thought of maybe pursuing a naturalist trade, before her childhood was ripped from her with the disappearance of her mother and she chose to be strong in the real way instead, and so she knows the garden sorta. but the graveyard is... well, it makes her think about things she doesn't want to think about. (nomi'd said they'd bring home mother and she believes that. alive and well.)

 but the air is crisp and a little chilly and despite her efforts she has thoughts rattling in her head that pull her feet toward that somber respite, thinking maybe she'll just take a lap around the north end of the territory - until she sees there's a figure near the garden and curiosity slows her footfalls. a man she doesn't know. he must be new, she thinks, and approaches carefully. if she's going to be everyone's protector, she has to meet everyone, right? "hei," blix calls, voice nakedly curious. "chit yu dula?"