Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

The bump to her shoulder causes her head to turn and smile a little. She hadn’t really known how the conversation would go but Blixen taking the time to listen is nice. Months ago, she never thought they’d be here. She never thought she’d see her again, much less actually be residing in Drageda once more. She isn’t clear from the lingering anxiety or the weird things that go through her mind she can’t put words to, but maybe things will be a bit easier. Blixen has changed. So has she.
 
She straightens up a little bit.
 
“Reed is my younger half-sister, yeah, and Dromon, I think, is her littermate,” she explains, feeling a swell and hard thump of her heart. “Eirlys and Ceallach are my littermates, and… um, well there’s Roarke but none of us have seen him since before, um,” she tries and shrugs off, unable to continue. “But I feel okay, I guess. I don’t have to pretend they don’t exist anymore, so maybe it’ll be okay?”