Dragoncrest Cliffs seriously, right in front of my salad

she hasn't seen furi since their fight and her anger has long since turned into an unyielding anxiety that nestles in her belly. furi won't go on patrol with her. furi isn't in the den at night (or if she is, she manages to avoid blixen expertly). it has not been long but the days feel like years and she doesn't know what to do.

the gona is not looking for rose when she comes across her scent but - she decides to follow it. okay, yeah, she could have handled things better at the border, even if her suspicion was justified. and rose passed dio's inspection, so she was a bonafide member of drageda, and blix had no problems with her. except for the fact that she stole her friend. just that tiny thing.

for once she's quiet as she approaches, subdued by the (hopefully, god willing, temporary) loss of her main friendship. amber eyes follow rose's movements, intrigued by the bundle of herbs nearby, but she shakes her head slightly and squares up. "hei," the ginger says, "um. is it cool if i talk to you?"