Arrow Lake this empty northern hemisphere

though praimfaya is sure if she asked ingram to take her out scouting that her father would oblige her she resists the urge to ask because she broke her promise to blodreina before she set off scouting for mahler with nyx that she would stay in diaspora. guilt gnaws at her and though praimfaya wishes to keep it secret she knows that when her mother returns she will admit to her guilt. she would rather face blodreina's ire or disappointment then have guilt continue to eat at her.

she doesn't mean to stray too close to the basilisk's grave knowing that it is a sacred place to his children and not wanting to impose on their grief but while she's close she thinks it may not hurt to check on the state of the wildflowers she put there and think about replacing them with substitutes around arrow lake before she can make it back to wapun meadow to pick some more ... if blodreina lets her out of diaspora before the frost wilts them, that is.

the sound of dry heaving follows the scent of pungent blood as it mixes with mesa's scent. for a split second, praimfaya thinks she should alter her course but it's too late. she's already caught sight of mesa and with a frown that laces with concern breaks her silence to ask him, are you ok?