Sunspire Mountains pockets full of stones

the other girl creates another swell of familiarity beneath praimfaya's breast and the insistent nagging that she should know her, especially as she replies in trigedasleng. the name, as it is presented to the wanheda sparks recognition despite that it has been a while since they had last seen one another. isilme, praimfaya repeats softly. i am praimfaya. she offers, hoping that her own name sparks the same recognition with baited breath as her bonesilver gaze takes in the slightly older girl's appearance, unable to help but think that she seems prettier than praimfaya remembers her being.

the young commander-in-training wants to ask her how she's been, where she's settled — there is an unfamiliar pack scent upon her pelage — but bites lightly upon her tongue for now, thinking that such a question might be awkward if she doesn't remember praimfaya in return.