Broken Antler Fen Phoenix Flies

the sound of henwen's call rising into the air is enough to pull praimfaya from her patrol — though restless pacing might be more accurate — and as her ears cup forth in an effort to discern the previously missing woman's location relief washes over her. in lieu of the rusalkan crone lingering in the shadows of praimfaya's thoughts and her impromptu journey to blodreina's grave in arrow lake after ingram did not return and it's revelation of the gruesome scene of her father's death — murder? she wonders — praimfaya has a fierce want to keep her kru close to her.

to hear that henwen is alive, even if praimfaya isn't sure why the woman has been gone for so long herself, is good news. the first good news the worlida has gotten in some time. she diverts her course quickly and notes that dacio is the first to arrive on the scene. this is not unusual and so she acknowledges him as she always does as she steps to his side to fix her frostbound gaze upon henwen.

henwen! her greeting is a bit breathless, twisting suddenly as she wishes that it was ingram's figure standing before her. she silently abolishes herself for such a thought ...henwen was a valued kru. what happened? praimfaya asks curiously, sure there was a good explanation for the woman's absence.

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