Dragoncrest Cliffs a momentary lapse of happily

 artaax isn't hard to find, what with the ruckus he's causing. her steps slow as she approaches and a grin splits her face despite herself. boys and their... sticks. "it's still attached," blix points out, knowing it's fruitless. for a moment she forgets why she was looking for him in the first place and just feels hopelessly fond.

oh, right though. "so... i'm not sorry," blix says, getting right to the point, "about before, i mean, but -- are we okay?" and sits, frowning slightly.