Dragoncrest Cliffs flowers and frilly things

she smiles, her own tail wagging as dalia greets her. "okay..." the ginger says, not really knowing what her cousin means but wanting to go along with it, "like what?" actually, she knows next to nothing about her cousin's interests - either of them to be honest - but she hasn't ever seen dalia training, so she figures she's not the gona type. her gaze fixes on her cousin, suddenly intense, and she asks, "what do you like to do, dalia?"