Altar of Twilight there’s a galaxy hidden

praimfaya lets out a small noncommittal noise, glad that the two of them are of a similar mind on the matter of the rumbling earth. though admittedly she finds it hard to imagine anyone that is not unsettled by it and does not wish for it to cease once and for all. many times, praimfaya often forgets that she is still a child — until those moments where she does remember, like this one for instance — and is a bit taken aback by the question. most days, she does not feel like a child. she feels like a battleworn adult shoved in a still growing ( irritatingly slowly in her personal opinion ) body that has seen much more than one of such a tender age should.

but life rarely coddled and praimfaya has adjusted in the only way she knows how.

my people are in the fen, she gestures in it's direction with her muzzle. i was marking borders and decided to stretch my legs. she tells the woman, hopefully assuring her that she is not some wandering orphan.