Emberflame Ridge and they were roommates

Something keeps her on the edge of her seat as her new friend continues to talk, a smile curling on her features. Reveling in a little familiarity is comforting. She talks a lot (like Blixen) and fumbles over her words (like Blixen) and well, this is the last place she wants to think about her ex-girlfriend. The fiery girl hasn’t been on her mind much since she’d shed Furi some days ago. It was easier to ignore but pushing away the abrasive girl was never an easy task, even the memory that lives in her mind. She can hope eventually, she can meet another cute girl without being haunted with guilt.

Maybe.

At least she has Varinril to keep company, and distracted, and by the sounds of it she’s collected another new friend—Saarthal—and between the two of them, she’ll never fall.

A sly smile splits her features as she moves, stretching her legs and making sure nothing is particularly sore from the fall. It hadn’t been a hard drop like on the rise, or the fall she can’t seem to remember. “It is nice to meet you,” she adds, looking around for her other companion. “What’re you doing out here anyway, other than making girls fall off tree trunks?” she quips, toothy grin getting toothier.