Whitefish River that girl with a broken heart

praimfaya's lips twitch — a simple gesture with no actual meaning behind it — as verx rumbles that he understands her desire to wish to never step foot on a mountain again. whether it was the mountain — foul and ill-timed circumstance — or the will of the spirits of the commanders that brought about blodreina's death: it didn't matter. praimfaya could never again traipse so effortlessly the trecherous outcroppings and rocky paths as she once had. not without the image of blodreina's body, broken and trapped beneath the heavy boulder taking over her mind's eye.

verx turns then to ingram, to address her father. given that verx hasn't been for any part of praimfaya's life except for their first meeting which now feels about three lifetimes past his question doesn't seem to far-fetched, even if it takes her by slight surprise. ingram was her father... why wouldn't he go with her? still, if her father is insulted by the question he does not show it, instead responding with a simple affirmation. praimfaya peers back at him once more, worry swimming in the depths of her eyes before she looks back to her great-uncle. i'm going to have to put my training on hold until things are settled. she tells him, her brows set and ears fluttering back slightly with apology. but i won't be a stranger. she promises in the following breath ...because she'd miss him and isi — and drago though it has been a long time since she's last seen him — too much.