Dragoncrest Cliffs soul of magnolias

It surprises her to see the sudden flash of ginger and red, uncertain why Blixen would be rushing to her. They’ve had strained interactions at best and Ajatar does not hide her feelings on certain things and explains them to her as best she can. She has been taught their ways for a reason and she’s impartial to their everyday lives as much as they can. They’ve begun to warm up to her as she settles in but she still remains at a distance, and for good reason. The war coming up could leave a lot up in the air and until she knows her true purpose here in Drageda, she remains just as observant as ever.

Except, she missed the fact it is not Blixen and as the other zeros in through the trees, she notices he slight difference in hue and the bright blue eyes. It’s the girl she had seen when Thuringwethil came home but new enough to realize she is not one of them.

“No,” she says flatly. Her toe is but a minor injury, the toenail broken in half. She can work on it later without the help of an outsider. The white fur around her toes have turned darker red than before but she stands still and waits to see if it is satisfactory enough for the other.