Arrow Lake fighting her own battles

praimfaya, focuses upon blodreina as the wanlida looks at her both encouragingly and expectantly, murmuring a quieter kom — but blodreina never got to finish her reiteration for the sound of clumsy paws pitter-patter on the earth and in a manner that is similar to dragomir's barges into the den but unlike her brother makes a beeline for the wanheda herself. with the abrupt interruption and the mini pale slyph's sudden appearance praimfaya recoils back, startled. hi, hi. for a moment, praimfaya looks beyond isilmë, to blodreina whom doesn't seem all that concerned despite that she keeps a hawkish eye on the two girls all the same; though younger than aure's cubs praimfaya is growing daily and unfortunately for dragomir much more sturdy than she'd been when he'd ( first ) visited.

she would get no help from the wanlida and so, the wanheda looks back to the newcomer with an expression that is a mixture of curiosity and unfettered indignation. brother? yes? though praimfaya is starting to understand basic words she hasn't yet tried to repeat any. no, blodreina replies with a soft chuckle. this is praimfaya. she is not a brother. the geist corrects isilmë softly.

praimfaya breaks her silence by babbling out something that was supposed to mean: i am the wanheda. the sounds to make words were there but what tumbles from her mouth is nothing more than cub nonsense.