Shadow Mountain nor the warrior for her glory

names had not been exchanged during her altercation with the woman; only spittle flecked insults sent hurling into the magma of praimfaya's draconian fury. nemisis. though not so different a nature as her own name, praimfaya cannot help her small snort. her name itself eludes confidence ( though in all fairness easily the same could be said for her own ). renard does not argue with her want for justice, and praimfaya realizes that perhaps their agreement comes as a predecessor to soften the blow of what they information they offer her next. she's gone. the promise of revenge, that final battle between them slips from betwixt her grasp like smoke ...never palpable enough for her to grip between her teeth to begin with. at first, praimfaya simply stares at renard, frostbound gaze narrowing.

but what reason did they have to lie? and why would they lie about one of their leaders gone? it was another chink in the saints' armor and with a greediness of an unperturbed and unapologetic worheda praimfaya tucks the information away for safe keeping. or to use to her advantage. at this point, it was hard to tell. in sagtannet she was limited by her position and this becomes achingly and woefully enunciated with each passing day.

why stick it out to the end if you suspect the empire of crumbling? or do you plan a coup? she inquires, knowing that if she were in renard's place that was exactly what she would do. if donovan is smart, she says this with a wistfulness. it really was a shame because she had enjoyed her spar with him and had witnessed his ...kindness, was it? ...with intercepting his bitch though even he struggled to contain her as far as praimfaya could tell.

he will lead you to safer lands. lands where their recklessness hasn't entirely ruined your chances of surviving in these wilds. but if the bed was already made there was naught to do but lie in it.