Northstar Vale girl, with an accent of blood

praimfaya watches aurëwen's approach with a lift to her muzzle, ignoring the draconian ferocity that emits from her sentes, ready to warn her off again if the wanlida seeks to come between them, ready to reaffirm that she is in command and that blodreina should only step in if physical confrontation is happening — though praimfaya thinks that she is the commander and no one fights for her even though she acknowledges at her tender and young age that she is no where near as experienced as her warrior mother. blodreina was titled bringer of death for a reason.

the pale, scarred slyph greets her in trigedasleng though appears to stumble upon the words. for a brief moment a soft 'coo' begs to distract praimfaya and nearly succeeds as she peers at the bird perched atop the junction of aurëwen's shoulders — a bizarre sight indeed — but her lips pull into a terse line as her attention returns to the woman taking in her visage again with frostbound silver eyes as the common tongue question is asked.

in the weight of wanheda it is easy for praimfaya to forget that she is still just a child and the question comes as abrupt, too forward to be asked of a future commander. i am training. she corrects, but could not deny that it could also be considered 'scouting'. she supposed while seeking others to hone her diplomatic skills she was learning the layout of neutral territories bordering or close to diaspora. i am praimfaya. she offers the introduction in case aurëwen has forgotten though leaves out blodreina who stonily watches from a distance.