Moonspear and strong when you are weak

it did not take long before hydra appeared before praimfaya; a ferocious queen melting from the breathing shadows of the spear's treeline. a dip of the wanheda's crown is given in deference. it was, praimfaya offers in simple, matter-of-fact affirmation. when invited to do so, praimfaya draws alongside hydra, being sure to keep her pace a couple of heartbeats slower than the queen's own. the sadgeda was more vicious than i could have imagined, praimfaya admits; feeling the twinge of her kill marks. the would-be commanders she had killed.

we are what we are.

but my victory has earned me crogeda as the first in my coalition. and that was a definite step in the right direction even though she has miles to go yet before she is ready to try again. they recognize me as wanheda and as such, they will aid moonspear if needed for as long as i remain here. her aunt thyri hadn't entirely understood praimfaya's desire to return to moonspear but she had lived in these wilds once upon a time and understood that a child commander — despite that it was their way — would struggle in this place.

i was right to go. and arrogant to think that she would be the only fos goufa out there vying for the title of wanheda. now, should any come from crogeda and any others thyri works to bring into the fold, there would be no questioning. i still have much to learn and plenty of time to grow into adulthood ...but i feel more prepared.