Moonspear beautiful

Osiris was surprised to hear Praimfaya's voice; he had convinced himself that she wouldn't keep her word, given her past with Moonspear. A fire began to burn in his belly—it was resentment, mostly, but there was an innate desire to get achieve some sort of clousre closure. He wasn't entirely sure what she could do to re-earn his trust, but this visit was an unexpected first step towards some sort of positive impression. 

 Osiris had moved quickly, navigating the slick terrain to meet Praimfaya at the borders. When he arrived, he stopped at a distance, his posture tall and his stare strong. "Praimfaya," Osiris greeted cooly as he lifted his tail and pushed his ears forward. "My mother should be here shortly."