Dragoncrest Cliffs pick your bones up, girl

i love that avatar<3

blodreina's words are reassuring, though they can't completely take the edge out of her expression. for blodreina and dio and mallaidh her kru who have been here since before her birth, who know how long and deep the history of drageda runs, maybe they don't expect anything of her. but for the others? they only know drageda under nomi. they only know tension -- the sound, wildfire, these petty and grevious wounds. blixen knows she can never measure up to nomi nor should she even try to -- she is a wormana, not a heda. what good is that for inspiring confidence?

still, she is grateful for blodreina's matter of fact assessment, and nods, feeling some of the stress in her shoulder ease. "you're right," she sighs, switching back to common. she assumes ajatar has taken reign, though without close access to the other branches, she can't be certain yet. "do you think we -- do you think i can do this?"