Dragoncrest Cliffs let’s be like tigger and pooh

Filled to the brim with emotions and now entirely uncomfortable, Rose shuffles awkwardly in her place when Blixen tosses her question up in the air. What would make her happy here? Could anything make her happy here? “What difference would it make if I tell you?” she questions, tone coming off harsher than intended. Her head snaps towards the gona, nostrils flaring while she searches for the amber gaze of the younger girl. She wasn’t selfish enough to ask Blixen or anyone else to change for her and in the same fashion she didn’t want Drageda to make her someone she was not.

Her gaze falls to the ground while she takes a step back, silence sweeping over the pair while her heartbeat continues to pound away in her chest. She wasn’t good at this. “I don’t know“ she finally decides after taking a moment too cool her temper, settling for the only answer that came to mind. What was she supposed to say when she didn’t even know what she wanted?