Otter Creek she was poetry in a world

forward dated a few days

praimfaya follows the flow of icemelt from the caps of sawtooth where it flows into otter creek. she needs the stretch of her legs; disliking the uncertainty that she feels bubbling in her chest. she knows who she is and she knows what she is; these things are not the issue. she feels an uncertainty in regards to the leadership of sagtannet. wylla's dismissal of stryx at their borders — while praimfaya could understand the lack of respect towards a leader was a thorn in one's side, the wanheda couldn't help but feel like it was a slap in her face all the same; as if her life wasn't worth much to the female eisen. perhaps it wasn't. intended or not it seethes like a festering wound left unchecked.

and mahler, though praimfaya genuinely liked him, well, she felt that his main concern was finding thade. which, is natural as a father but praimfaya also knew all could not be sacrificed for one.

as she pauses at the bank of the creek where it slows from it's descent from the spire, she shakes such treasonous thoughts away. she is jumping to conclusions, she knows, and reasons that she must be patient, must wait things out before making rash decisions. she bows her head and laps at the cool, refreshing water, scowling up at the grey sky as it begins to drizzle.