Phoenix Maplewood entschlossen

hi! i couldn't resist.

in praimfaya’s effort to avoid sagtannet — or what she thinks is sagtannet judging by the few recognized scents alone — she winds up following the territories down to phoenix maplewood; assuming she is in the clear only to quite literally stumble across mahler’s scent. strong; fresh. the commander pauses; hesitating. she could skirt around him but that would involve backtracking and re-routing herself. besides that, she was no bushhada; she was many things ( most of them not good, admittedly ) but a coward was never among them.

so, she pushes thru the last of the foliage; mercurial silver gaze falling upon the familiar form of mahler. mahler, she acknowledges him with a simple greeting; hanging back just in case. their last conversation had soured quickly, her disobedience and indirect challenge rising to the forefront of her mind. nevertheless, praimfaya would not apologize for it. it had been the right move even if she knew that letting donovan and his ilk fester upon these wilds would only cause their infection to grow.

still, she could not help but feel a little bad about how she’d left things with sagtannet.