Moonspear beautiful

swallowing her pride is not an easy thing to do but she is here because of opalia, because she is all that praimfaya has left in these wilds. it is not long before a figure approaches; osiris, praimfaya realizes. praimfaya can't help her unbidden surprise that he took her sudden and unannounced departure rather personally, for they hadn't spent a whole lot of time together. nevertheless, she doesn't spend much time trying to puzzle it out. instead, she takes note of his tall, strong posture with a sweep of her frostbound gaze and murmurs osiris, in greeting with a respectful bow of her head.

in the silence that follows his announcement that hydra should appear shortly, praimfaya feels ...awkward. she isn't sure what to say — if anything — and small talk appears to both elude her and strikes her as inappropriate at a meeting such as this. so, she keeps her posture on the lower side of neutral; lingering in the metallic tang of swallowed pride as she waits for the matriarch of the spear to appear.