Whitefish River and eyes flecked with ash

archiving with my post!

with her piece spoken, praimfaya knows she has no reason to linger here as their conversation draws to a natural close. she has no further information to offer ira and though the other woman is generous enough to offer her some food or to be looked at by a medic, praimfaya knows she will decline before she communicates it. no, i'm fine, she declines. thank you though, ira. she shifts her weight upon the loamy soil of the bank and lets out a soft sigh thru clenched teeth as she distributes her weight evenly. may we meet again under better circumstances. with those words, praimfaya departs, eager more now than ever to return to the familiarity of sagtannet.