Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

Despite her efforts to explain the joke, Artaax doesn’t do anything but stare at her. Awkwardly, she shifts her position, swallows a new lump in her throat, and glances around. Blixen would have liked the joke. After a moment, he looks back to the nest she’d found him staring at and he doesn’t bring his gaze back in her direction. Her ears fall back and a sting pricks the back of her eyes. Her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and hurt and she doesn’t know what to do but step back in defeat. Furi doesn’t want him to see how much he upset her, either, and so she sets her jaw and tries to fight back whatever emotion rushes to the forefront of her mind. Maybe one friend isn’t enough to keep her around when it is so evident that Drageda is not the place for her. She licks her lips and shuffles back, leaving him to stare at the nest while she disappears to sort out her feelings.

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