Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

furi does not chase her off, which she takes to be a good sign, coming to stand near her. "things are pretty different now, huh," blix agrees, putting her ears back sheepishly. she feels a little embarrassed, though she can't say why. it's strange to think that technically she has authority over furi now -- though, if she's being fully honest with herself, somewhere deep down she'd always considered herself slightly higher than the other girl, if only because she is native drakru and furi is not.

maybe if she'd listened to furi sooner, a lot of strife could have been avoided. 

but the young commander doesn't dwell on it -- furi came back to her eventually, and brought good people with her. she likes max and saarthal. she keeps waiting for the same spark of jealousy she felt towards rose; it has not come. "i know i keep saying this, but i'm glad you're back," blixen says, laughing a little at herself. how the hell do you socialize with your ex-best-friend-turned-ex-girlfriend-turned-maybe-friend-again?