Gyrfalcon's Keep in the forests of the night

i was selfish to leave you behind. i was wrong. praimfaya does not deny it. i hope one day you can forgive me. she, like the long line of commanders before her and no doubt the ones that would one day follow her, was imperfect. it rankles her slightly, that osiris would command opalia not to come to her, that he expects answers from her. she is the commander ...and though recognized by none except for maybe still opalia she cannot help how it makes her feel. i don't want you to answer for me. and yet, she doesn't feel like facing their judgement either. at least, not right now. you shouldn't have to. one day, i will go to them ...but if they see it as a betrayal then i doubt i can change that opinion.

they forget that they weren't always forward with me. she speaks of the whole dragomir and isi hunt.

allowing for the change of topic to the most present and probably pressing matter, praimfaya lets out a laugh — chokes on the air as the action moves the muscles beneath split, and tended to flesh; which makes its final transition into a small noise of pain that she tries hard to stifle through gritted teeth. dull brown coat. green eyes. not very pretty. praimfaya sniffs. has a nasty wound on her neck and maybe on her chest. though after being interrupted praimfaya hadn't paused to get a good look. couldn't, really, with one eye stinging from blood dripping into it and the other wildly trying to track the movements of the two forest wolves whilst planning her escape.

lucky for her, her partner interrupted.