Arrow Lake graue himmel

the days following praimfaya's birth were quiet and blodreina spent most of them sleeping, restoring her energy and stretching her legs gratefully when ingram came to give her a few minutes; and while the fierce wanlida's gone through a gamut of emotions pre and post birth she looks upon praimfaya now where the girl is awake and currently nursing and feels nothing but love ...a love that she thinks only a mother can feel for her child. warm and soft and protective. like she'd give her the world and tear it down for her in the same breath. she'd never considered that she'd one day be a mother, or that she'd settle down with anyone ...and while this path is new ( and in it's own way a little frightening ) for her she doesn't regret it.

her head lifts from where she's been fondly watching her daughter at the sound of approaching footfalls — knowing that they are not ingram's even before the clear of throat is given. she's been here a little over a month now and realizes that the only diasporian she's had any sort of conversation with was their leader. mostly, she stuck close to aure and ingram, proving to herself that old habits truly did die hard. she'd always been one for a smaller social circle; thus, the visit comes as some surprise to her.

she shifts slightly, mindful not to disturb praimfaya ( it was becoming a lot easier to find more comfortable positions without jostling the babe around too much as she grew accustomed to her being in the outside world ) and speaks the invitation, come in.