Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

they were... words, though she knew many, failed her as she shifts thru trigedasleng and common alike. hard but worthy places. even if she was not worthy of them. in truth, she didn't really feel like she was worthy of mahler's forgiveness ...or anyone's, which was why she felt so determined to prove that she could plant roots and she could earn her place here among them once more. thinking of them makes her think of dacio and opalia, and she is flooded with more guilt. her ears flutter back against her skull for a few moments before she looks to stag again; reclaiming her courage.

you...uhm. look grown up. she comments, finding that though she means it as a compliment she stumbles awkwardly over it. she wasn't used to noticing others like ...that. handsome, i mean. her cheeks flush and she looks away, letting her breath out in a slow exhale.

i heard diaspora merged. very astute, captain obvious. was the adjustment hard? she inquires, curious and eager to change the subject off of her godawful attempts at flirting complimenting. praimfaya thinks of how rough the adjustment from roangeda to moonspear was, the feeling of loss and how she was going to cope with it and wonders if the merger was similar or ...easier.