with the captive gone and drageda's collective injuries knitting shut, a blanket of calm, so tense it's suffocating, seems to have descended -- or maybe that's just blixen, wound into a tight ball of energy. not anxiety -- not really, not like mallaidh at least -- but she feels like a taut string about to snap. what happens when she snaps? that's unclear. despite her insistence on being grown, blixen is still, at her core, a hot-headed jock with a pechance for starting shit.

only there's no shit to start. oh sure she could march to rusalka's borders and literally start some shit, except she doesn't have a deathwish nor does she want to actually plunge drageda into bloody war. that wouldn't end well for anyone even if their victory is, in her eyes, practically a guarantee. she wants to find mallaidh and make love to her until she's boneless and empty-headed. 

instead blixen takes up patrol with a slightly manic vigor, hopeful someone will have the bad sense to try and cross them on this fine day.

though, presumably, she is aware of katsaka's existence, blix has not met easy's bouncy little sister yet. ergo the unfamiliar ball of enthusiasm wiggling toward her is met with a slightly apprehensive look -- blix is a pretty happy gal herself, but right now, children seem overwhelming. at least tux and silkie are both sensibly depressed. 

(okay, that's an unfair thought, she doesn't mean it)

her expression relaxes, though she still feels wary. "katsaka," she repeats, "i'm blix -- your fleimkepa." she assumes the girl will know what that means -- she's here, so she's supposed to, anyway -- and then shrugs, considering her question. "honestly, i was sort of hoping there'd be some trouble so i could sink my teeth into something," she says, "but things are pretty quiet, so -- yeah, you can, i'm just patrolling. so you're new to drageda, i take it?" she asks, resuming her walk and expecting the girl to follow. it's not exactly the distraction she wanted but it'll do.