Blackfoot Forest fascinating

the woman speaks passively in a word that praimfaya does not understand but, given the slight bow of the other woman’s pale crown and the turn of her form to depart, praimfaya is able to piece together it’s meaning well enough. goodbye; or some variation. goodbye. praimfaya calls after her, lingering only long enough to see her silhouette vanish before, she too, heads onwards. there’d been no need to linger; praimfaya couldn’t help her … there was a chance that the woman might never find her siblings — these wilds were vast and any meetings that were not pre-arranged were coincidence only.

she remains in the green territory for a bit longer; a handful of hours at most before, reluctantly, she makes her way back to the dull redrock and gritty sand of the canyon.