Arrow Lake daddy ain't at home, no

praimfaya offers river a sheepish grin as the other girl tries to say her name — it's easy for her to take advantage of how easily she can say it, both as her own name and being trigedasleng — and until this moment it's never crossed her mind that anyone would struggle to pronounce it. you can call me pri, if its easier. praimfaya offers with a soft churr of a chuckle. in truth, she's always preferred the full version of her name but there was little sense in letting anyone struggle with it and she didn't really mind being called 'pri'.

it's nice to meet you, river, praimfaya replies when the other girl offers her, her name in return. a glimpse is spared in the cave's direction when the girl motions to it and praimfaya gives her an acknowledging nod of her head before her frostbound silver gaze falls back upon river. somewhat, we don't really have a den anymore. so we just sleep wherever. praimfaya doesn't share her mother's claustrophobia, nor does she really understand it per se but she isn't opposed to sleeping beneath the stars ( unless, y'know it's raining or something ).