Dragoncrest Cliffs the patron bird of the vore fetish

blixen is not used to hesitating but all she does around mallaidh is hold her breath, so, so intend on thinking through. it's a good thing, it has to be -- but it is also strange, how much concentration it takes. eventually it'll become easier, probably. nomi would be proud of her for trying.

still her hesitation does not undo her impulsive nature. the young commander steps forward, pressing her nose against mallaidh's shoulder reassuringly (for which of them?) "still," she sighs, "i think you were right about a lot of things, about me. about us in general." the word -- us -- stumbles from her mouth, caught on the lump in her throat. is it okay to talk about? is it okay to reference what they were? maybe, maybe not. before it can become not okay she blusters forward: "anyway, i know now, so, thank you for sharing." blixen pulls back, just enough to offer a winsome grin, and hopes furi returns it.