Dragoncrest Cliffs let’s be like tigger and pooh

awkwardly blixen keeps her gaze averted, speaking less to rose and more into the air immediately to her left. she is no shouna. she squirms, trying to process the mixed message -- she's never had to think too hard about whether she's happy or not. 

frowning, the gona picks her words carefully (or as carefully as she can manage). "why? or, i guess, like. what... would make you happy here?" maybe it's just a matter of finding her niche -- that's something blixen could understand, that's a solvable problem. that it might be something too big or abstract to be solvable doesn't quite occur to her yet.