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

up close, the vibrant colors of the setting sun make the girl's markings look striking, nearly distracting her from her answer. (weird.) her explanation doesn't make much sense, making the shilkru tilt her head, raising her eyebrows. "don't they go ...here?" she asks without malice, genuinely wondering if this is some sort of thing she doesn't know about, some practical application of ...seashells, or something.

branwen, she introduces herself as, and asks blix to join her. she nods and steps closer, taking a seat. "i'm blixen," she introduces, "do you stargaze or something?" soon the sunset will give way to the stars, she knows, and the thought makes her chest tighten uncomfortably. furi liked to watch the stars -- they'd watched them together once, but maybe blix should have -- watched them more with her or something. suddenly the idea isn't so appealing and the redhead moves her gaze back to the girl, avoiding looking at the sky at all.