Whitefish River that girl with a broken heart

praimfaya spares her father a glimpse over her shoulder — she worries over him with blodreina's untimely demise — but turns her attention forward as footfalls give away that someone, vercingetorix she hopes, approches. relief floods over her and whatever joy she would, under normal circumstances, feel at seeing verx again it is rapidly overshadowed by the bomb she had to drop on him. as far as she understands it, he and her mother had never been particularly close but they were bloodkru and he deserved to hear the news from her rather from the lips of some irrelevant passerby ...not that praimfaya thinks anyone cares about blodreina's legacy to carry her death upon their words like ravens wings giving flight.

hei, praimfaya greets him in return with an imperious lift of her muzzle as if to hide the grief ( and guilt ) that twists at her heart, focusing on a patch of grass just behind verx for a moment and thus missing the apologetic look that he sends her father's way as she tries to think about the best way to speak the news. no, not today. how she wished that she was, though! it does not slip out of praimfaya's notice that with blodreina stolen away from her too soon that she needs to focus on her training now more than ever. for now, until her bruising heart can heal, what her mother has taught her will have to be enough.

she can prioritize her training once roangeda is established.

i wish i was here on better circumstances and with better news, a lump begins to grow in her throat, threatening to constrict the air and wordflow. she steels her shoulders — i must look in the eyes of my warriors and say: go die for me — and speaks, wanlida is ...gone. saying she is dead sounds so crass, so disassociated. when the earthquakes started she pushed me out of the way of a large rock that shook loose. she died protecting me. the way any warrior should go for her commander, yes; and yet the guilt does not allow praimfaya to see it so unambiguously.