Dragoncrest Cliffs is she drunk or does she just have bad taste?

blixen feels antsy lately. she's not sure if that's better than sad -- it's equally as annoying, if more productive. the other thing about furi and her breakup -- and furi's depature -- is, blix is realising, she doesn't have a lot of friends. she's on good terms with dalia of course, but as much as she loves gardening she doesn't want to spend all of her time doing that. there's rose -- well, let's leave it at that. artaax hardly counts, bobby is gone, ajatar is gone... ugh. it's kind of a bummer.

she's distracted from her thoughts by the sight of a stranger by the lake's shore. curiously the shilkru picks up her pace. there's been a few new arrivals from the farther gedas, she knows, and wonders briefly what it'd be like to visit them. bad, probably.

within earshot, blix lets a low chuff loose, eyes drifting to the strange piles beside her. "what're you doing?" she asks, intrigued.