Moonsong Glacier the tears that spill from her eyes

praimfaya's attention — previously focused upon finding the sound of waterflow as it cascades over rock and thru earth as she explores what she assumes is the safe part of the glacier — draws away at the sound of approaching footfalls. heavy but not so heavy as to leave her with the assumption that a predator stalks her. though she is rapidly growing into her medium height and slender, taunt warrior-esque build she stills shows signs of youth, evident in the yet unsharpened lines of her face and gait still gangly. soon though, in another month or so, she'll be near indistinguishable from the adults of roangeda.

her guard hairs bristle with caution even as her chin lifts imperiously, frostbound silver gaze taking in the pale woman that emerges from the bramble. praimfaya's steps halt and her gaze seeks her desired path in a quick assessment before it returns to the woman, assessing her in the studious way that praimfaya watched her mother do to others countless times. little? praimfaya wants to scoff, though compared to the bearborne woman she can understand how her slight frame and not yet to her full grown height might give way to that.

praimfaya's gaze lingers a bit longer upon the woman's scarflesh but only to wonder how they came about. scars, to her, are beautiful. ingram is covered in them and blodreina had her own fair share of them as well; whilst praimfaya remains unblemished from 'kill' marks. who says i'm alone? praimfaya challenges the assumption with a curl of her lips. eventually, she knows, she will have to start being more serious about replacing blodreina with a new setnes. for a while, ingram shadowed her — lest he does so now, staying out of sight, she thinks — but that was a matter for another day.

anyway — she says breezily letting out a puff of a breath. i don't plan on climbing the glacier if that's what concerns you. says the to-be wanheda.