Altar of Twilight there’s a galaxy hidden

hey, a voice calls out to her through the quieting tremors of the earth as it recedes and grows blissfully still and solid beneath her paws once more. regardless, the tension doesn't entirely ease from praimfaya's shoulders: not even as the autumn colored woman approaches. are you alright?. it is in and of itself a fair question; and while praimfaya desires to answer with truth in that moment — for surely the older woman has already noticed the tension in her shoulders — she also isn't very keen on admitting her newfound fear.

at least not to a stranger.

sha, and then in the next breath replies in common with i'm fine. a few heartbeats pass and so, too, have the tremors of the unsettled earth. praimfaya releases a near inaudible sigh of relief. hopefully the earth will remain calm now. she offers lightly, partially hopeful and partially skeptic. the earth hasn't been calm in a week — what occasion would it have to stop now?