Dragoncrest Cliffs you speak in sonatas going to smithereens

 she feels a flush of something warm at furi's uneasy grin, returning it with a slightly-shy smile. maybe furi didn't want to be disturbed? but they'd talked about stargazing before, and she seems willing to talk, so it must be okay. without thinking about it her gaze has settled on her friend, tracing the contours of her silvery-lightening fur in the starlight, though she looks up, embarrassed, when furi begins to move. "it is pretty," the ginger agrees.

 furi's description confuses her, though she smiles anyway - "stars don't fall, do they?" she asks, looking back up with a touch of nervousness. maybe it's a metaphor or something - blixen has never had the mind for that sort of fancy wordplay (and since she's never encountered a firefly herself, she doesn't think to make a connection). "that's sorta weird, but cool," she says. the slip-up goes seemingly unnoticed, or at least unheeded, until she asks innocently, "were you alone then?"