Dragoncrest Cliffs Peppermint and apple pie

her head is still reeling from her conversation with nomi. she's stuck close to the other leaders since then for the most part (when she isn't doing patrol or trying to catch time with mallaidh--they haven't been together much, not because of hidden resentment or whatever this time, just, she's busy). once, a long time ago, she'd had a conversation with ajatar about leading and being heda's child. obviously leading a branch is not the same thing as being heda, but still, she wonders what the fos goufa would think. (she'd like to think she'd proven herself to ajatar eventually, at least).

vercingetorix's call is a nice distraction from the strange circling of her thoughts. straightening up the fleimkepa makes her way toward the source, amber eyes landing on vercingetorix and an unknown woman. funny how the approaching winter drives so many to their borders--a good thing right now, she thinks, even if she's still a little doubtful that these outsiders will stick around. sorry, furi, it's a prejudice hard to shake. "hei," she greets, turning toward the woman. "i'm blixen, our fleimkepa. what brings you to drageda's borders?"