Arrow Lake who speaks in foreign tongues

praimfaya is not sure what to expect, or how her impromptu visit will be taken by the grieving widow, but she is here and she will leave her offering regardless of whether she is chased off or not. still, she can't help but feel palpable relief when she is greeted with a soft 'hello' as ketzia emerges from her den. hello, praimfaya parrots in common with a slow, tentative wag of her tail. sha, she chirrups and then realizing her mistake of slipping into trig she offers a sheepish and apologetic look to ketzia and corrects herself, yes. with a small, sage dip of her head. i am praimfaya. she offers her name in the next heartbeat, unsure if ketzia would know it. even if she did, it strikes the young girl as polite to offer anyway.

this is for you, praimfaya says abruptly, as if just remembering the fox corpse she'd brought for them. and your yongons, your children. she nudges it towards the woman and resumes her place a few steps away. i'm sorry for your loss. praimfaya tells her sincerely, voice low and head slightly bowed before her frostbound silver gaze rises back to ketzia once more.