Dragoncrest Cliffs it's all fun and games until the number of eyes change

time feels slow as they part, as they share a moment of intimacy they haven't in a long time. well - a long time by the impatient ginger's standards. she watches her friend, expression soft, trying to think of how to put into words something important she can't quite figure out, but the moment is interrupted by a sudden flash of feather and whshhh of air. startled, blixen jumps, but not before the blasted bird grabs a beakful of her fur - and before she can react the foul thing is gone and she's left with a stinging haunch and a tiny bald spot.

"augh!" she wails, bursting out laughing, "kripapeka!" the serious air that had settled on them, blocking out their surroundings, is shattered as the ginger laughs her way to the ground, wheezing. "why - why is it always me - who gets attacked -?" she asks, still laughing a little bit, recalling the evil crab that had assaulted her on the beach not so long ago.