Dragoncrest Cliffs and maybe i'm just better drenched in wine

somehow, actually, it's not the question blixen is expecting; she could be knocked over with a feather. 

"i," she stammers, "yes -- yeah, of course, furi!" giggling, she shifts, more or less trying to pin mallaidh in a full-body goofy embrace, tail beating a joyful rhythm against the ground. with her head probably somewhere near mal's cheek, she whispers "i always thought i was gonna be the one to ask that," her smile audible.