Wapun Meadow talking about me in my absence

he rumbles a response in a rough language that praimfaya does not understand, and she observes him for a long moment, considering that this is fair. according to blodreina, not many of their people linger in these wilds anymore and it is unlikely she would find any that speak trig. then i will teach them, she thinks. there was a usefulness to having a common language shared between kru aside from common tongue. an advantage in times of war. praimfaya is weary but not afraid, for wanheda shows no fear. she is the commander of death ( or she would be ), after all. there is no room for fear.

a special day? he asks then in common tongue. praimfaya doesn't answer right away, unsure of how much information to give him. her wanheda training wasn't a secret but he is a tripa. a stranger. divulging too much information might put her or her setnes at risk. i'm training. praimfaya replies simply, truthful but vague.