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

srry angel<3 wrap up?

her question lingers in the air unanswered. an impatient flicker in blixen nearly prompts her to repeat it, but after all this time she has learned at least a little, and anyway, her embarrassment overrides her need to be bossy, tucking her head against her own arm shyly. a hundred things pass through her mind, each inadequant, each in danger of upsetting the peace that has descended upon them. so blixen, for once, holds her tongue, offering furi a slow smile instead, her eyes glittering under the darkness of the sky. as long as her friend will let her, she'll stay like this, pressed close, close enough their fur can twist together and merge them into one as they should be.