Blackbeak Bluff i am methuselah of the tribulation

flirting -- and being flirted with? if that's what's happening? -- not her wheelhouse. straightening up slightly blixen chooses to nod, not trusting herself to speak again as erzulie introduces herself -- and oh! ironsea. that uncomfortable man had been from ironsea. "my name is blixen," she offers in return, "i've heard of ironsea -- i spoke with one of your scouts. engel?" she says it more like angel, not quite remembering the exact tilt of the word.

oh god how do you continue a conversation.

"you're pretty far from home," blix says, positively melting underneath her gentle scrutiny. "i mean, i am too -- i don't normally leave even, but my -- my uh, friend, was around here for a bit, so i was hoping to catch her." this is a perfectly normal thing to say and somehow she feels as though she wants the earth underneath her to give way so that she may be sucked into the dark deep sea forever. (is this how furi feels, she wonders, because if so -- wow she gets it. sort of).