Redsand Canyon she was half a human

hello again.

the pale sylph appears from some corner of the redrock; painted in the waning shadows of dawn a dark, murky maroon. praimfaya's frostbound gaze studies her, steps slowing as her hunt for a cave to shelter in is temporary put on hold. nyra, right? at least, that was what praimfaya thought the woman had called herself as ...in what had probably been the most inopportune time. like the silverlit, these sandy and red landscape offers no camouflage for them and praimfaya doesn't forget a face.

i'm praimfaya. she offers in an introduction with an amiable wave of her tail.