Gyrfalcon's Keep in the forests of the night

praimfaya is silent as opalia shares that she wishes she would've told her. her mouth is full of words, throat constricting ...in stinging pain of her wounds, in grief. she had never meant to hurt opalia, but despite her intentions it was very clear that she had. it was revenge ...and it was because i'd told hydra prior to dacio's death — those words hurt the most to say. praimfaya swallows hard and winces. that i didn't plan to stay in moonspear. his death accelerated my initial decision. i thought by leaving without word it was safer. for you. for moonspear. no accountability for you or them if i found them.

i searched for a bit after i left moonspear and i went to crogeda to tell them. aunt thyri couldn't offer support, not with so many cubs. so i came back very recently.

i know it doesn't make it right but if i die opalia, my spirit will live on in the next commander, though praimfaya doesn't want to die, she cannot say she is afraid of it, either. she is a warrior and it's always a possibility. but if you die...i will lose everyone and everything i've ever loved. blodreina. ingram. dacio. the bodies were stacking up and jus drein, jus daun remained always out of her grasp.

it wasn't them...i don't think. a woman in the bleeding forest, praimfaya gestures weakly in the direction of ravensblood. thinks she and her partner own the place and attacked me when i tried to pass thru. praimfaya draws in a pained breath. blood must have blood. if i see that bitch again i will kill her. a promise.