Broken Antler Fen walking on glass

her opkepa has beaten her to the stranger at their borders, but praimfaya is not too terribly far behind. her path takes her from the heart of their fen to where she adds a fortunately plump groundhog to one of their food caches. they are bare of big game ...but they have been since roangeda was nothing but a few of them. they are still few and the departure of catalina and pool has not gone unnoticed. the worlida feels only disappointment for those who have left them and will decide when — if — they return how to deal with it.

for now, she tucks it away as she nears the scene, frostbound gaze touching upon opalia first before it locks upon the stranger that introduces himself as kaertok tartok. it is a bit of a mouthful, praimfaya thinks, but the same could easily be said about her own. we are a kru. a clan. praimfaya commandeers control of the conversation as she moves to opalia's side. we look out for and take care of our own. if a wolf is an enemy of one kru they are an enemy to all of roankru. caiaphas flashes in her mind's eye but she lets the image go and fade away like a wisp.

i am praimfaya, worlida of roangeda. she introduces, making it clear with the imperious raise of her chin that she is the one that needs to be impressed, unwilling to let herself be cowed because of her tender age. she may be the child leader but her soul is so much older than her physical body and, she thinks, she has seen awful things. things that stole away her innocence like a brazen thief. what can you bring to roangeda, kaertok tartok? praimfaya asks, providing her sticks around for her to ask.