Arrow Lake and half a hurricane

for @Renard! i hope you don't mind i chose arrow lake. backdated to early yesterday ( august 26th ).

at first, praimfaya had extended her patrol to prowl the top of the canyon from the outskirts of the neutral territories that surround it. in part, it is a hyper territorial patrol and it is reconnaissance. it is easier to map the whole of the canyon from up high; larger than she had originally thought ...and trapping, if the hunt in the catacombs had taught her anything. if she were ever found out ...well, beyond renard who, somewhere along the line, praimfaya has begun to think of a ally as the tentativeness eased away — the last thing she wanted was to stupidly trap herself in the canyon.

eventually, as she crosses her starting point, praimfaya tapers off but finds herself heading towards arrow lake instead of back down into the canyon. though will return in a few hours time, she finds she doesn't want to deal with them. not with nyra and her thick headedness, nor donovan and his constant petnames that make her skin crawl. her lips press into a terse line.

she comes to a stop at a familiar landmark; forever two scars upon her heart and black marks upon arrow lake. she stares at the bolder that crushed her mother, at the place where her father's bones lay: muzzle extended towards blodreina's own. she sees it vividly when she closes her eyes: both marks of death. blodreina's rattling breaths, ingram's mutilated body. a well of emotion presses against her throat as it tightens and she swallows thickly; but doesn't run away. not this time. not anymore.

ai mema in. is all she says to the grave of her parents; lackluster in the wake of a thousand words that dance upon the tip of her tongue. she bids them all back; unsure if the dead even listen. instead, she opts for silence then, settling upon her haunches as she stares into the soupy landscape, misty from the ( neverending ) recent rain and heat of the morning.