Dragoncrest Cliffs A paradox with flies

 
 somehow she hadn't expected the softness with which the man spoke. not because the wolves of drageda are harsher things, but because she's long since stopped thinking of herself as a child - well, 'long since', a month, to her adolescent mind it's been forever. she wants to be offended but he's so gentle about it she finds she isn't, and instead returns his smile and moves closer, peering at the garden. "how do you prepare it?" blix asks with a tilt to her head.