Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

there is some babyish part of blixen that thinks they will fall back into old routines overnight; she'll wake up and meet furi and go along the borders together like old times. happy times, except now she wonders if they were happier  for her than for her ex. funny how memories can twist with the weight of revelation.

but of course that isn't how the world works. blix is busy with her new duties and furi does not need her. furi has max and saarthal. blixen finds she doesn't mind, not really. the three of them are capable and helpful to have in the ranks (and like she'd say no to cute girls anyway). if mother does not approve of furi rejoining blix does not want to know -- she'd never told nomi she was natrona and as far as she's concerned no one deserves to be in drageda more than furi.

when she catches wind of her on the border, as if materializing in the wake of her thoughts, she hesitates. the last time they'd talked alone had been... clarifying, but blix doesn't know exactly where they stand now.

but she's never been the kind to hold back, now has she.

"hei!" the young commander calls, briskly trotting toward the silver caped girl, "can i join you?"