Dragoncrest Cliffs you speak in sonatas going to smithereens

blixen's a light sleeper herself, late to bed, early to rise. she hadn't always been that way but whether it was just the onset of adulthood changing her sleeping patterns or the lingering anxiety about her mother still being in the caldera remain to be seen - a mix of both, probably. tonight she's lingered out a bit longer than usual, taking an aimless little walk by the graveyard. she isn't sure she's really done anything to keep on top of it besides check on the dirt, and with the snow she thinks there's nothing else she can do anyway. she can ask hux about it when - when they all get back.

the gona wanders north slowly, letting her thoughts run in circles in the quiet of the night, until she catches a familiar scent nearby and her mind snaps to attention. it's easy enough to track down the silver-black girl - the redhead chuffs gently, hesitant to break the stillness of the night. she follows furi's gaze upward and takes a seat beside her, then rolls onto her side to mimic her friend's pose. "what do you see?"