Bramblepoint they should deliver all my blessings in small brown paper handbags near the porch

to say that praimfaya understood dacio's reaction to her giving out her name and speaking about roangeda would be a lie. it does not occur to her to keep it a secret — for she certainly hadn't thus far while trying to recruit: telling successful recruits and non-successful recruits alike. still, she takes in account the upset she interprets his outburst as and deigns not to be more careful about what information she gives. but, it seems, the woman's interest isn't even in roangeda at all. instead, she appears to outright ignore dacio and focuse upon praimfaya solely in an insistent manner that has begun to finally unnerve the worlida.

the question about her being verx's daughter comes as a surprise and arouses suspicion, displaying upon her face with a furrow of her brows. no. she replies truthfully. why did this woman want to know? more importantly, how did she even know about isi? was isi in danger? something as cold as ice settles in praimfaya's stomach. part of her wants to inquire, to wring out of the woman what information she could, afear for isi's welfare. part of her wants to end this conversation right here and now. but she is to be wanheda and isi is one of her people.

i don't like this. she admits to dacio about the conversation and situation in whole, no longer daring to lift her gaze from rusalka's leader to even glimpse at him.