Shadow Mountain nor the warrior for her glory

not at all! <3

she does not expect the familiar figure that emerges from the canyon side of the squat mountain but when their name sparks to life like the catch of a lighter in her mind she is happy to see him; initially. renard —! she calls out to him in greeting, a certain comrade formed during all of her spars ...even during the one with donovan himself though she detests the female company he keeps. it is his loudmouthed bitch that will be his undoing, she thinks with a scoff, legs carrying her nearer to her once sparring partner. only to jar back as his scent, mixed so throughly with the scent of the saints stops her in her tracks.

praimfaya freezes, hackles bristling with her conclusion as she puts two and two together and fights the wave of ridiculous betrayal she feels. she had hoped renard would make their way to the sunspire but not to fall beneath the saints' reach — and in her mind they shouldn't even be here to begin with.

the amiable disposition she carried melds away to hardened muscles and a cruel twist of her scarred lips. for a moment words, trigedasleng and common fail her and she feels only righteous ire burning beneath her breast. you should not have come to these mountains. the words are not a threat, just a quiet last offering. a chance to find somewhere else to settle because by 'you' she means the saints. they would find nothing but enemies pressing in on their sides ...a movement that she proudly felt responsible for ( whether it was true or not ). she would lead her own one woman army if she needed to.