blix may not be competitive the way artaax is, but she takes her duty to drageda seriously and expects everyone else to do the same. in a way that makes her the harshest of the siblings - unconcerned with besting others so much as ensuring everyone else is doing what they need to do. or - the other children, at least.

bobby is the only one of their trio that hasn't earned an adult rank yet - and neither has dalia, but she finds she can't bring herself to be stern toward the grey-spotted girl. 

bobby has no such luck.

she finds him lounging in a warm spot and slows her brisk pace, sighing. "bobby, what are we gonna do with you?" the gona asks, coming up beside him to nudge him with her nose. "shouldn't you be training?"

she is unamused by bobby's attempts to undermine her and unimpressed with his offer to nap. she sighs. "there's always something to do," she tells him and promptly goes to throws herself on top of him, intending to lay like a dead-weight across his prone form. the gona may take after their slight mother size-wise but her training with nomi has caused her to bulk up a bit - nowhere near artaax but heavy enough to be uncomfortable, most likely. "what you need," she announces cheerfully, ignoring any discomfort her brother may display (and fully intending to climb back on top of him should he successfully squirm away), "is someone to keep you on target. you wanna be a hunter, right, bobbin?" blix lowers her face to speak directly into his ear. "so let's get to hunting."

she laughs and slides off him, her tail wagging when he finally gives in. "good! this is for your own good, you know," the gona tells him, looking only a little bit maniacal. he states his condition and she nods, expression turning serious, and says, "i agree to your terms, bro." she's never actually seen him in action - nor artaax, really, but she knows artaax hunts with dio and has proven himself worthy of the hompleia title. bobby isn't very competitive - but she wonders secretly if he's any good at all (for his sake she hopes so). the gona straightens up. "well, lead the way," she instructs, waiting to follow her sweet sweet hopeless baby brother's lead.

"i'm very patient," she informs him with a rather toothy smile, tactfully ignoring his complaints. he's doing what she says, after all, she doesn't care if he curses a blue streak. the gona lets bobby set the pace as they head toward the forest - mostly she just wants to observe, see her brother in action for herself. besides, she isn't a hunter anyway. bobby better know what he's doing.

for a moment she thinks he does as he leads them on the trail of a squirrel. blixen meets his smug look with a raised eyebrow: well?

and then he steps on a stick. blix can't help herself - she bursts out laughing as the squirrel takes off, leaving her hapless brother empty-handed. "bobby," she wheezes, then takes a deep breath and straightens out. "aren't you supposed to, like, watch out for sticks?" she may not be a hunter but, c'mon, that's gotta be rule number one. the ginger sighs, still smiling, and gestures with her nose. "try again, bro."

with the patience of saint (or just that of a sister) blixen nods and smiles encouragingly. it's fun to tease but she really isn't here to undermine him - she wants him to succeed or she wouldn't have started hounding him in the first place. quietly the gona follows her brother to the lake, an eyebrow raised but staying wisely silent. 

"go for it," she cheers him on, glad to see that determined spark - he's lazy but he is her brother and their bloodline is tenacious. the ginger settles against the earth, watching him move once again - her eyes widening in surprise and then in lighting up in triumph as he gets his teeth around a duck and drags it down. she whoops with him, dissolving into giggles again as he stumbles over himself to act casual. "i know," she teases, "it looked real easy too. bet anyone coulda taken it down, huh?"

her tail wags behind her good naturedly as she speaks, and after a moment she gets up and pads out to where he stands, bumping shoulders against him. "c'mon, wanna take it to the cache?" blix asks, gesturing to the duck with her nose and looking at bobby expectantly.

she grins at him, feigning surprise as he offers to share. "why, bobby," blix says, holding a paw against her chest, "how kind to think of me." then the ginger snorts and rolls her eyes good-naturedly. she feels the sting of regret for having snapped at him when they first got back from the caldera -- but the moment to apologise without making everything awkward has long since passed, even if she's not the best at letting these things go. at least bobby's easier to get along with than artaax, even if he is lazy (he just needs someone who will provide structure, she thinks, and is a little pleased with herself for doing exactly that). 

her own tail wagging to match her charcoal colored brother's, blixen settles down and digs in alongside him.