Dragoncrest Cliffs flowers and frilly things

the ginger follows her petite cousin easily, expression bright and curious. she's not spent much time around this part of the cliffs - her eyes widen, delighted, as dalia brings her to the crevice and the tiny creek. she moves carefully, lowering so she can touch the strange little bulbs with her nose. "weird," blixen laughs, and looks at dalia with a grin. "do they do anything or are they just kinda cool to look at?"