Phoenix Maplewood entschlossen

while in some circumstances the past was the past there were others: specifically her hit list with donovan and his saints at the tippy top were not put to rest. it was warring, this conflict. what was done was done and there was no going back: only forward, only to face the consequences of actions taken. she was a consequence. losing something she’d been considered for was her consequence. she’d let mahler down and though she wasn’t apologetic for her choice: she was apologetic that she had betrayed his trust as she had. regardless, praimfaya does not wish to be caught in the same neverending circle where she repeated her mistakes over and over and over.

it was exhausting and she was growing motion sick from it.

i’m not asking you to, praimfaya responds, trying to be reassuring. there are plenty in these wilds who i call allies that also wish donovan dead …and if not dead at least not a threat to these wilds. in fact, she could likely take a step back and let them do all the work but that wasn’t the kind of warrior praimfaya was and she wanted jus drein, jus daun. she was owed it. it is not a fight sagtannet ever needs to get involved in. if she’d done nothing else, she’d made sure to make herself the bane of the saints’ existence.

but for all she knew, in her absence, the hit had already been taken. she’d been gone a handful of weeks, perhaps, but it was enough to leave her unsure of …well everything. she needed to find natshana, to check up on those she had sold her information to.

you would teach me? she inquires softly, tucking thoughts of blood must have blood and war aside as she looks to mahler again.