Blackbeak Bluff i am methuselah of the tribulation

the other girl looks up and for a moment blixen is struck by her beauty, caught on her two-toned eyes and honeyed mask. a beat and she can breathe again, only to be captivated by her strange accent. it's not something blixen has ever heard -- though admittedly her exposure to foreign tongue is limited to the smattering of french being passed around drageda these days. "sha," she exhales, realising a moment later to switch from trig, "yes, yeah. up on the cliffs that way."

with a slightly awkward gesture the yearling tosses her nose in drageda's direction. she returns her gaze to the woman quickly, feeling a blush build under mahogany fur. "what about you? your accent is, uh --" pretty " -- i've never heard it before," blixen finishes lamely instead, embarrassed with her schoolgirl fumblings.