Dragoncrest Cliffs ♫ head, shoulders, teeth & tendrils, teeth & tendrils

*slides right in*

 maybe she'd been a little surprised furi hadn't said much to her at the borders - as silly as it is, really, they barely know each other. still, watching the dark-furred girl go right to étoille had maybe, just maybe, sparked the tiniest bit of something like jealousy in her. not that she has any reason to be jealous and it's probably just misplaced something or other, like her emotions are all jumbled up right now anyway.

 blix took the morning off from patrol for once, still worn down from the journey and the weight of her loss-anger-sorrow-anger-mostly-anger-some-grief-etc. the newly crowned gona is quick to restlessness though, and after tossing and turning for a bit in the early hours of the morning she rises to her paws and takes a walk. maybe she'll go by the garden - with hux not here, blix feels compelled to at least keep an eye on it, though she's not sure exactly of how to maintain it by herself.

the ginger's plans are interrupted by a series of alarmed squawks nearby - curiously she spins to see who's out and about hunting the birds - and, oh. for a moment blix freezes, unsure if furi's noticed her yet or is about to, a weird fight-or-flight instinct kicking in - but she takes a deep breath (jeez, hasn't she wanted to see the girl, even if she's not really sure how to go about it?) and calls out: "hei."