Shadow Mountain grandiose

no, praimfaya responds. i merely like to be prepared. and, though she doesn't add it, isn't looking for a fight. she needs all of her strength and needs to remain in peak form if she plans on continuing down her chosen path; and really she has no choice. there was no going back to what was before. there was only forward and where the hellhounds spit her out once she accomplished her goal.

the woman tries to pry and praimfaya is quick to keep her guard up; and considers that the woman had conveniently managed to entirely side-step her own prying question. it felt like they were too assassins, matched in wit, trying to out maneuver the other. circling slowly, neither willing to make the first move; to reveal their cards.

the best path to escape should the rains flood my home. praimfaya offers the small and inconsequential truth. it is one she can afford to part with; insignificant. it is just a sliver of a truth; one of the many that make up her present reality.