Dragoncrest Cliffs fall apart twice a day

blixen sighs, appreciating dalia's effort but not really buying it. after all, wasn't furi her meant to be? still, it's not an entirely unpleasant thought and -- and it's not like she's unhappy, anyway. so she nods and bumps her cousin with her nose, offering a smile. "thanks, dal," she says, drawing out the nickname like daahl. "enough about that," the shilkru decides, her tone devoid of room for disagreement, "let's talk about something else -- like, what does your mom use the dandelions for?"