Shadow Mountain nor the warrior for her glory

a twitch of praimfaya's tail is given, brushing against her hocks as her frostbound gaze lifts from renard to the landscape and flickers back in the next handful of seconds that follow; contemplating his question. did she want the saints gone? from the sunspire, certainly ...but if donovan could prove that nemisis was the source of all the discord they sew then perhaps he yet stood a chance. if nothing improved then she would have no choice but to defend her home. even if she ended up departing from sagtannet she didn't want to take the chance that they would follow like moths to a flame. threats, the commanders of the past whisper like the roar of the ocean in turmoil, are to be extinguished.

if it becomes necessary; yes. praimfaya tells renard straightforwardly. she sees no reason to offer simpering 'maybe's'. not when she means something else. as i said, the saints will find no friends in the sunspire... but perhaps if donovan can prove that nemisis was the sole weaver of chaos and hostility then perhaps the saints may yet stand. or perhaps by the work of her own voice they would fall. the wanheda is not a prophetess. still, praimfaya is not apologetic for warning those close to where the saints had initially intended to settle. unfortunately, instead of chasing them to disband as praimfaya hoped they'd merely chased them into the waiting jaws of the unforgiving sunspire.