Dragoncrest Cliffs winter hit me, hiroshima

 blix can tell  her questions are grating the fos goufa. part of her - a childish part - thinks good, but she doesn't want to push her luck. regardless of .. whatever conflicting thing she feels, the fos goufa is important and she knows one day she will be heda, not nomi. and blix will swear her loyalty to her and serve her gladly.

 until then, though. "right," she says, nodding seriously. she follows atajar's lead, adding her own mark to the tree. "what is your training like?" blix can't help but ask after a few moments of silent patrolling and marking - she's genuinely very curious!