Dragoncrest Cliffs Your heart full of foxes

mother names them, pointing as she does, and blix follows the gestures. kiwi, rorqual, silkie, tux. a tiny, fragile smile blossoms across her face. it's a little overwhelming. "good names," she says, then tilts her head at one of them, rorqual, she thinks. the others were all nestled nicely but... "why's that one upside down?" 

truthfully she could watch them for ages, fascinated by their being. will she ever have kids? its not something blix had thought about -- even with her feelings about furi (damn it, furi), she'd been focused on the now and not the future. thinking now it makes the warmth in her chest turn heavy, sink to her belly like a stone. no, she probably won't, because she's never ever going to love again. "furi dumped me," the redhead announces abruptly, her expression twisting -- not bothering to mask any of the grief that rolls through her suddenly, having to admit her relationships failure.