Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

furi -- mallaidh blessedly does not leave her wanting. blix's eyes widen as she speaks, starting to grasp why the girl had left them. another thing she'd been blind to, spoiled by her own family, by her distress at her mother's disappearance, as though furi had not been basically orphaned when they met. they'd talked about it briefly, but never deeply. she can't resist reaching forward to bump her nose against f-- against mallaidh's shoulder, a small gesture if she'll allow it.

"oh," blix says, and then, "yeah, of course," not exactly following but sensing it is important to encourage her. curiously she tilts her head and asks, "your sister and your brother -- what are their names? and reed is uh, your little sister?" dumb to say but it's hard to imagine other versions of furi running around -- what was her family like, she wonders, what is this reed like? for the first time she really realises that furi had a family and that she was torn from that family and that family continued without her (in whatever way) -- and wow, that must be really weird for furi. for mallaidh. "how are you feeling then?" blix blurts out before she can help herself, her tail thumping nervously against her ankles.