Dragoncrest Cliffs i am a rich pie filled with knowledge, i will not be eaten

As if Blixen didn’t hear her at all, she suggests the exact opposite of something she wants to do. Her head turns and follows after the ginger-child toward the water but she makes no move to follow. Her brows knit between her scrutiny, flicking her tail idly. Splashing around in the water will only make her colder and, well, since she’s tired of the cold, it isn’t exactly appealing.
 
“Uhhh,” she stammers out, turning a little to face her. “No, not really,” she says, somewhat surprised she didn’t just go along with it. After a beat, she swings her head back around and looks across the sand, taking a few steps in her original direction. Furi looks back to see if Blixen will tag along or stay behind, but she does linger near the tide pool for long.