Dragoncrest Cliffs fall apart twice a day

her bright gaze flickers up from the grass, a single dandelion stem in her jaws. "hei, blixen," she purred in greeting, her tail wagging, "mother is running low on dandelions, i thought i could find some for her." her explanation is as short as straightforward as ever, her ears pricked and curious. she hadn't seen blixen in a while-- it was her own fault, of course, and perhaps her boring, useless personality-- but the two shared a common interest, and therefore a sort of bond. dalia liked blixen.

"what are you doing?" she returned, ducking her head to place the first weed down, snipping a second one at the base and setting it beside the first, looking back up to the fiery gona with interest.