Sawtooth Spire i do not love the bright sword for its sharpness

hoping for a wild @Astraeus but absolutely no obligation! set for sometime before her trip to search for thade. ♥

the morning sky is clear, painted with the strokes of a master in brilliant colors of orange, red, pink and blues of sunrise. the view of the sun cresting the horizon in the distance from her watching spot from an outcropping of rock on the spire, a short climb up from the heart of their claim is breathtaking. praimfaya can appreciate the beauty of life and the uncertainty of the future even though she wishes she had a better grasp upon it. she is confident though, her wounds healed and the spirits of the commanders a miasma of energy within her, as if her near-death experience breathed new life into their guidance. or perhaps it was only now that she was listening.

she shifts her weight, forming a sphinx-like position upon the cool rock. her back to the towering spire still brings with it a sense of discomfort; a fear ingrained in her after watching her mother's gruesome death. she does her best to stare it face to face as she admires the view, knowing that soon she will have to rise to patrol.