Arrow Lake daddy ain't at home, no

the younger girl mumbles a reply and praimfaya accepts it with a small, mournful smile, grateful that she has at least gotten a response. easily, the younger girl could've ignored her or sent her away. it would've been her right, praimfaya thinks. though the wanheda mourns the basilisk she does not claim to have known him on a very personal level ...and she was a far cry from mourning him as his children no doubt did. they would feel his absence most keenly in a way she hopes she will not come to understand for a long time yet.

a small sway of her tail is given as permission is granted and praimfaya slowly approaches the fresh mound and places them on the rotund cusp of earth. once done, praimfaya retreats to give the gravesite and the mourning daughter space. i'm praimfaya, by the way, she offers as she settles upon her haunches, wondering if perhaps she should've started with her name before asking for permission to give her colorful offering to the basilisk's grave.