Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

blixen nods easily. "mallaidh, then," she says -- it seems less challenging to be consistent, instead of trying to remember when she should say furi or not. then again, the instruction makes furi seem almost like a pet name and... well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

even if fu -- mallaidh's next statement makes her heart skip. "t-thank you," the redhead says, almost bashful, "i -- um, well obviously, me too. but yeah, yes. you can always tell me anything," blixen adds earnestly, "anytime." now would be great, in fact -- but she's still scared to push too much, in case furi gets spooked and leaves again.