Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

she understands what furi means even if she probably doesn't. things are different for her but she is still grounded -- drageda is her culture, her home, and even without nomi blixen belongs here. furi is.. furi belongs here of course but it is different. easily she falls into step beside the other girl, biting her tongue for a moment. now that blix has lost her once she is anxious of repeating her mistakes and pushing her away. 

thankfully the silence between them does not stretch. my name isn't furi, says furi, or rather, says mallaidh. mallaidh furiosa fearghal. "i didn't know you had a last name," the commander says dumbly. mallaidh furiosa fearghal, she repeats quietly to herself, committing the whole thing to memory. "so do you want me to call you mallaidh?" she asks, uncertain in her own way -- not because the information fundamentally changes anything about her, but because it seems... important that furi -- that mallaidh is choosing to share it with her now.