Arrow Lake and half a hurricane

it seems reckless. praimfaya points out with a frown, frostbound gaze calculation. to send you when they know your face. scent could be hidden but that took days, weeks even. these impromptu spying missions clearly were not designed to protect the spies; but maybe praimfaya had different ideas of how spiders should operate as she’s been masquerading as one for some time now. in a way, it gave her the same thrill as sparring; living with the enemy. acting as if she were one of them …but the commander was careful not to misstep. it was dangerous, this ballet she was performing. one wrong step and the floor would give way to knives.

i want them gone. praimfaya states, the truth falling from her tongue; harsh and cold. renard asks her not to pretend …if just this once …so she won’t. it wasn’t like she hasn’t suspected that they knew. for a while now, she’s been contemplating the pros and cons of their awareness; though she suspects if renard wanted to turn her in: they’d have done it long ago.

i want jus drein, jus daun. nemisis’ death should’ve been her kill …and because the draconian commander was denied it she will take her revenge from any and all that stand in her way. would she have been the one to kill nemisis she might not’ve cared. she’d always suspected the wildcard woman was the true ‘evil’ behind the saints evil persona. donovan, from what praimfaya gathered and what’s been eluded to, was only interested in conquests he could add to his bedpost.

i don’t know anything about the seelie court, but i’ve got contacts in yuelong and kaistleoki, or if not contacts then at least she’s informed their leadership about the saints. back before they were a real threat …although, praimfaya isn’t sure whether she would consider them a ‘real’ threat now. moonspear, too. though there remained an uncertainty on whether the moonspearians would want to hear what information she had to offer them. opalia would, at least.

there may still be opportunity with the wolves of the court. praimfaya hedges, watching renard's face for a reaction.