Dragoncrest Cliffs (for young is the year,for young is the year)

 from her desolate earth-bound throne, blixen's attention is momentarily enraptured by the snow - she knows what it is, logically, but it is novel anyway. normally she thinks she would hate this wet and cold feeling but it is a fantastic distraction against the everpresent irritation of her skin, at least right now.

she smells nomi's approach before she sees her and twists to look up at her, still prone. "hei," the girl greets, smiling - she hasn't gotten to see nomi much lately, not since briefly at the borders when artaax ... did the thing. "it's cold," blix adds, though whether she is complaining or not is somewhat ambiguous - finally the ginger rolls to her feet and shakes slightly, trying to rid her ruddy pelt of the lingering snow that still clings.