Dragoncrest Cliffs time isn't real, nothing is real, avocados are half off

Buried out in the middle of the redwoods, she is not surprised Blixen has not seen it. The territory is huge and the trees all look the same, more or less, and without proper landmarks, she’d admit sometimes she gets lost out here. It’s often easy enough to find her way to something—walking long enough in one direction will lead her further in or out but she’s confident enough it doesn’t have as often as it used to.

“I think maybe they fell during a storm,” she explains. They’re fresh enough to only be a year or so old and it’s likely it could have been before both of them were born (but let’s be real, Cruz can’t remember).

Mallaidh considers the next question, looking down at her feet once she’s settled, legs crossed over one another while she gives her back ankle a chance to relax. “I don’t know,” she shrugs. “If I can’t sleep, or something.”