Moonspear look like the innocent flower,

the chuff draws praimfaya's attention; first at the perk and swivel of her ears and then in the falter of her steps and the swing of her head to face the other girl. around her age, if she had to guess and given how much she looks like dirge praimfaya assumes that she is one of the alpha pair's children. hei, the trigedasleng slips too easily, too familiarly from praimfaya's lips; unbidden. a piece of who she is, a piece she is unwilling to shed. given how close the greeting is to it's common counterpart praimfaya doesn't bother offering a translation.

i'm praimfaya. she offers her name in introduction to the other girl, disliking how empty it sounds without her other names. her confidence shaken by her recent failures she does not feel she has the right to offer anything other than 'praimfaya'. she has to earn those titles back; piece by painstaking piece. join me? she invites with a small gesture of her head in the direction of the borders. she is loathe to stay still for too long.