Sunspire Mountains pockets full of stones

editing this slightly into a conclusion for wrap up + archival.

another soft smile lights up praimfaya's face as isilme agrees to the suggestion of a spar, glad that the other girl took so well to the offer to brush up on their skills together. blodreina was an excellent teacher but her experience far outweighed praimfaya's own and the young commander-to-be thinks that it would be beneficial to get practice sparring with those of her own skill level; even if she lost she could take her mistakes and use the to help her improve.

is it lonely, sometimes? isilme asks and praimfaya contemplates the question. she didn't feel alone, not really. she had ingram and blodreina and diaskru and yet she muses, sometimes, and then after a beat echoes linkoln's words shared with her numerous times over. but to be commander is to be alone. spoken with a simple shrug of her shoulders. it was the way it was and for better or for worse praimfaya was ready to accept it. you speak our language ...you are my people too. praimfaya corrects her companion with another smile, this one perhaps more timid than any of the others. ...of course. she gives a solid answer though.

where can i find you ...to visit? praimfaya asks abruptly and then after some more thought adds, and where and when should we meet to spar? the pair iron out the little details as best they can before they part ways.