Dragoncrest Cliffs winter hit me, hiroshima

 blix knows, in a way, that her origins are unusual, but it does not occur to her that they are problematic, or that her very existence may be met with scorn. and so she is oblivious to the fos goufa's thoughts as she approaches (and good thing for atajar!), posture relaxing slightly. "hello," the guardian spirit greets, nice and proper, "can i join you? i'm blix, by the way." her tail wags once - she likes having company at the borders in all honesty - but otherwise she remains still, still seizing up the situation on both ends.