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

blixen beams, pleased at the reaction. she's proud at what she's accomplished -- even if it isn't cheka, she likes shilkru, likes knowing she's earned nomi's trust. and once she's proven herself she'll ask again, until nomi accepts her as her cheka.

for the first time in a while, the redhead feels something like excitement when branwen professes to also like gardening. rose and dalia -- well, again, complicated -- anyway, it might be nice, she thinks, to have a friend without any baggage again. like hux, before he vanished. "there's a garden near the graveyard," blix says, "i want to fix it up but i've been -- distracted. we can work on that together if you want," she offers, smiling. maybe branwen has some more experience than her and can help her fill in the gaps in her knowledge, she thinks, where hux hadn't yet. especially with the warm and wet weather.