Blacktail Deer Plateau we must talk about our problems

blixen rose to her feet with a wince and saarthal stood beside her as a crutch. the stranger, blixen, offered her name. “name’s max,” she replied as she began to lead the way towards her den. she went on about loosing a friend and searching for someone. “what do they look like?” there had been a couple of new faces that passed through, maybe one of them was her friend.

she kept a slow pace, so the trek to the den was longer than usual. when they arrived she dove in and fiddled around with the herbs. there wasn’t much: some chevril root, cobwebs, and just enough poppy seeds for blixen. she wiggled her way out and dropped a mouthful of seeds at her feet. “these should ease the pain. and you can chill in the den if you want.” she smiled.  “mi casa es su casa”