Phoenix Maplewood entschlossen

priamfaya’s footholds in these wilds are clear but always appear to be beneath the rule of another. she can inspire and call to arms the allies she has made but staking her own claim was perhaps not something these wilds were ready for. not yet. roangeda had been premature and she, too young to properly lead it. when donovan and his saints were taken care of …she would need a new purpose but for now their extermination is at the forefront of her focuses. there is slight surprise that flickers across her visage as mahler acknowledges her for part of her had expected him to continue on as if he had not heard her.

she wouldn’t have blamed him if he had and perhaps it would make this all less …awkward.

you’ve moved, she remarks idly. i did not expect to find you so far to the east. not that, mind, she was looking. would she have known she’d have given them a wider berth.

apologizing is hard for her; giving voice to bridges she’s burned and mistakes she’s made ( and she’s made a fair few ) is not easy for her pride; but with growth comes the ability to acknowledge her own shortgivings; progress however small.

i do not regret being a spy among the saints for the knowledge i gleaned is priceless, she begins. however; i do regret how i left things with sagtannet and you. i shouldn’t have challenged you. i let my desire for revenge cloud all of my judgement. but it is still revenge she desires, in the end and thus begs to question has she really learned anything at all?