Dragoncrest Cliffs no room for you on the right side

I’m not good at that kinda thing.

Thuringwethil snorts and lowers her nose when Blixen nudges into her, nuzzling into the side of her muzzle. “Neither am I,” she says, pulling back as her daughter moves into another question and she glances away. Wildfire often gets mad at her when she can’t separate her job from their relationship and they’ve struggled through it. Thuringwethil takes the blame for most of it gladly (if possible) but it is not the same for Blixen. She may have acquired her lack of tact for relationships but she doesn’t have it forced out of her, separated from her development growing up.

“Your mother and I are… very different,” she begins, though she doesn’t exactly know where she’s going. The most recent upset aside, she thinks about the other times and where she has lacked and realized Wildfire has carried their relationship a lot of the time but with little complaint to her. “I try to meet her needs, if I can, and let her calm down and try to work with her. She helps me more than I realize, I think,” she said and frowns, feeling the heavy weight of her absence more than usual.