Sunspire Mountains pockets full of stones

her name has the vague sense of recognition become suddenly clear, and Isi's face softens. she echoes the name softly, as praimfaya has hers. "I know you. you are from diaspora?" it's somewhat rhetoric, for she's certain of it before she even finishes the sentence. she remembers vaguely intruding on the pair, and her ears sweep back a brief moment in shame mixed with happiness. her tumultuous childhood, thus far, has left her with very few connections, let alone friends. but among all the changing faces, praimfaya's stood out.

"how are you? and the pack?" she asks, suddenly remembering not just what little she can of the bonesilver, but of Diaspora, too. it is impossible to quell the discontent that rises, the what-if's of how her life would be shaped had they not had to leave the mountain pack.