she'd done what she set out to do and yet in drageda she finds herself listless, restless, thoughts drawn relentlessly toward a group of girls on the plateau. blixen is a homebody and has always been -- drageda is her life. but part of her thinks, yearns: what if, what if...

her thoughts are interrupted by a tiny voice calling her mama -- surprised she turns, seeing bat. "easy mistake, kiddo," the shilkru teases, smiling. right, bat... she's gotta keep an eye on bat. lazybones. "whatcha up to today?" the incoming storm goes ignored for now -- hougeda is close enough she can beat a retreat if she needs to.

the intensity with which bat seems to regard the storm is a little surprising and sort of amusing to blix, who really carried very little interest in the natural besides her odd pechance for gardening. still, she's not doing anything else, so: "yeah, sure," she agrees, "where d'you have in mind?" blix is content to let her little sis take the lead, glad, frankly, to see some spark of activity in her after all.

oh jeez how can she say no to that face? blixen has no idea what a good spot to watch a storm would be, but she was thinking of going somewhere anyway, so -- "yeah, sure," she says, "why don't we go this way?" this time she does not pick up bat as she starts to move, figuring her little sister will put the effort in to find a good storm watching spot (weird hobby but if it keeps her active, blix will take it). the direction she goes is towards the garden, figuring it lands close enough to the cliffs to be able to see the storm over the coast (and also she's been meaning to check on the garden anyway).

bat bumps into her, making her laugh a little at the sight of her big ears bobbing around. she follows her sister's gaze to the garden, expression brightening a little when she says "that's the garden." curiously she bumps her nose against bat. "there's lot of cool plants there. d'you wanna check it out?"

blix watches bat's little face, almost able to see the gears turning in her brain. it's cute, she decides, smiling when she finally asks about it. "y'know, i'm not sure," the shilkru admits, glancing at the sky as a particularly ominous crackle of thunder rolls by, "a -- former kru showed me it and taught me a little about takin' care of it, but i dunno who started it in the first place." blix had sort of just assumed it'd always been here, but that's silly -- someone must have taken the first steps. hux himself, maybe? 

with a cheerful bounce she steps towards the garden, not minding if bat follows or not (it's not as if it's fenced off, after all -- wolves). there's still some debris from the long winter, mostly rotted plants, which she starts to push around, leaving it to decompose into the soil again without suffocating the new spring blooms poking through. a few fat raindrops start to fall, smacking her in the nose -- she pauses, looking toward bat and the sky, wondering what kind of show there'll be to watch.

oh. good question. 'it's pretty," blix answers, shrugging. it's not the sort of thing she's thought particularly hard about -- the shilkru is not a particularly deep or inquisitive mind. she's sort of a simple jock lesbian is the thing. "i think it makes the graveyard look nicer, too, like, a tribute," she adds a moment later -- but bat's attention is caught by the storm, a clap of thunder canceling out her attempted explanation and making her jump. the ill effects of her tussle with the bear are all but faded by now, but sudden loud noises still put her on edge (not to mention, make her think of furi of all things). 

actually she's a little envious of her sister's cool interest. collecting herself she takes a seat by her, glancing up toward the sky. "you like this stuff, huh?"

she's never seen bat look so hyped up -- for her, anyway. it's pretty charming. how productive it is will be another story (blix can't help but worry a little for her seemingly lazy sister). for now at least she has bat's attention. "the graveyard's where we bury our wolves when they die," she answers, "a tribute is like -- a thing you do to celebrate something. their memory in this case, yeah?" smiling she taps the ground with her paw, pushing the budding flowers forward -- they're still young and tender, but hopefully soon the garden will start to look like a proper garden once again.

once again the weather wins her sister's attention -- well. it's cute how excited she is, even if it means standing in the damn rain like a fool. resigning herself to her watery fate, blix takes a seat and says "yeah, basically," though she's not actually sure whereabouts the bodies are buried (or how long they've been buried, come to think of it.) "maybe they'll get washed up!" she adds cheerfully, trying to spook bat more than anything else.