Redsand Canyon mastered from the souls of pain and heartbreak

she isn't big on his use of the nickname 'darling', but for now, still too fresh in the stage of not knowing each other all that well, she lets it slide. perhaps later, when she knew more about him, she might ask him to call her something other than darling; it's a term she instinctively wants to associate with affection but in truth she was no such thing. she was wanheda. thank you. praimfaya dips her head against, feeling the ghost echo of mahler's teeth at her scruff. she shakes mentally it off as she crosses into the borders of the redsand canyon, glimpsing about now that she is one of the saints. to derg, she turns and says with a dip of her head even as he yawns, clearly tired and perhaps ready to take a nap if praimfaya had to guess, come find me when you'd like to spar. surely, she wouldn't be that hard to track and would be sticking to the canyon as she learns the layout of the new territory. she turns to donovan then and motions that she is ready to begin the tour.