Dragoncrest Cliffs A paradox with flies

 blix sets to her task easily enough. she is meticulous as she roots the weeds out with teeth and paw, grateful for the mindlessness of the task. it's meditative in a way - grounding, a thing she needs but hasn't quite figured out how to achieve on her own yet. 

still, she doesn't mind when hux breaks the silence. dropping her weed, the ginger puffs up a little: "i'm training with nomi for gona," she tells him, "i want to - be a protector. like a cheka, maybe." in truth she has not given much thought to pursuing a high rank; it's way too far in the future and she's more focused on honing her skills than ambitions. so long as she's able to protect everyone she'll stay a gona forever - but it's there, an option to consider.