Whitefish River and eyes flecked with ash

not too long after praimfaya's howl ceases to linger in the air, she is greeted by greyscale woman from the otherside of the river. kaistleoki. the name strikes her as familiar but she cannot place where she's heard it before, at present. hadn't dacio and her sought them once ...—? it doesn't matter, she reminds herself. i am praimfaya kom attakru. i hail from sagtannet. she thinks it best to introduce herself first and foremost, enjoying how 'kom attakru' sounds upon her tongue. it gives her a feeling of home that she hasn't felt since roangeda splintered into ruins.

i am here of my own accord, to warn you of trouble in your area of the wilds here. without divulging all the information right away, praimfaya hopes to gauge the woman's interest in the news before continuing. as wanheda she would want to know of troublemakers in her neck of the woods but she respects that not all leaders are like her and thinks it better to see how her news might be received first.

especially given that the smart her mending neck causes as she talks makes her feel ever the less inclined to do so.