The Heartwood this skin is tainted by wasted days

it is not long before praimfaya finds herself in the company of another, though it is minutely surprising, she is quick to re-school her features into impassiveness. she recognizes the other, as she is in turn recognized. their last meeting hadn't gone well and this time, praimfaya is forever absent the presence of her father but also feels the temporary absent of her seda and setnes. at near seven months of age, however — and despite their possible protests otherwise — she doesn't feel the need to constantly have a guard. though her standings with the nightwalkers is still largely left to be determined she doesn't presently feel like they are a threat to her kru; and more immediately, this meeting seems to be starting off on a better foot than their last.

that's right, praimfaya replies. and you're that nightwalker girl. she points out with a lilt to her voice that she hopes communicates that she is teasing. after all, it wasn't as if names had been exchanged ( at least, mochi doesn't think ). i'm praimfaya. she offers the tentative olive branch, awaiting the other girl's reaction.