Moonspear but be the serpent under it

while praimfaya doesn't feel threatened nor afraid of the image manifestation of her keryon she is, nevertheless, perturbed. trying to refocus her thoughts and energies in the here and now, praimfaya takes a couple deep breaths and lets them out, mercurial gaze lingering on the snow layered path before her. it is not long before the sound of footfalls pull her from her attempt at grounding herself and shaking off the vestiges of her dream. nearer and nearer they draw; it is only the confirmation that they come from within moonspear's claim that keeps praimfaya calm.

an earthen pelaged woman emerges from the shadows of the evergreen trees; manifesting into being as if she, too, were apart of praimfaya's dreams. the keenly felt nip of the cold snow around her feet assures the young wanheda that she is very much awake. frostbound gaze catches the dip of the woman's head — a nod of acknowledgement. hei, praimfaya breaks the silence, calling out to the other spearian, the trigedasleng slipping off her tongue as effortlessly as the draw of breath that follows behind it.