Dragoncrest Cliffs in terms of tacos, she was doing fine

The question surprises her and Furi’s eyes widen, shying from the spotlight all of a sudden. Blixen talks a lot about herself and what’s going on with her but she’s never minded. She likes the sound of her voice, even when it is sad, and she awkwardly laughs as if she’s embarrassed. “Um, y-yeah,” she says with a wrinkle of her nose, “it’s pretty.”

For some reason, it shocks her that they have a graveyard. Her home never had one but she remembers they had to move before she was born, though the reason is lost. Perhaps Drageda has been here longer but a time before her is still a hard concept to grasp. “That’s nice of you,” she comments though she groans, lowering her head, and chews on one of her front legs. “I didn’t know there was a graveyard here,” she adds a little nervously, licking her lips from her fur.