Lake Rodney Kill Wanheda, and you command death.

praimfaya watches him, unsure what will come of this meeting. he is drakru, her mother named a natrona and she ...the natrona proclaimed commander of death is left to believe that her mother is right. she is a commander. does linkoln's guidance not prove that? to her, it does even if none else see it that way. she doesn't need them to, not really ...at least, this is what she tells herself. by the laws of their people, she supposes he has rights to strike her down, to denounce her and roangeda if he wishes to.

part of her waits for it, ready to stand tall against it all.

part of her wishes that he wouldn't denounce her and roangeda. he is kru, after all. and though they are little more than strangers who know each other's names she yearns to connect with him, with her people.

sha, praimfaya replies without uncertainty. it is how she would've wanted to die, i know. that doesn't necessarily make it easier but it is something of a balm that helps to ease the pain. its the burden of a commander, but especially so the commander of death. perhaps ...perhaps blodreina knew she'd go this way. she could've called praimfaya the commander of ...well anything but she'd chosen death. now it feels as if it has turned to prophecy ...but as it is said: to be commander is to be alone. was that not the way of their people, after all? a small twist of her lips is given to betray her grief.