forward dating this to 6/22 w/some vagueness.
it is early in the morning when praimfaya makes her way back to sagtannet. unable to make the journey due to her healing injuries suffered from the altercation with the coastal woman she knows she's been gone for much longer than she anticipated with no way to get the message back to them. the climb to the part of sawtooth that the pack inhabits was slow; taken cautiously. the last thing she wants is to accidentally undo the work the two women that healed her have done. her wounds are scabbed and though it is still uncomfortable — itchy beneath the scabs — she resists the urge to scratch them off. the itch meant the flesh was melding back together, though she thinks they will all scar.
not exactly a state the klinge wants to return to her people in, but the state she is in nevertheless as she crests the last bit of treacherous path, illuminated only by the sugarspun glow of the moon to the pack claim with a sigh that is both full of relief and heaviness.
she is home and glad to be there.
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