Phoenix Maplewood and damage her very soul?

as time wore away and she busied herself investigating the new scents that trail thru the maplewood, praimfaya takes a small moment to wonder if mahler would truly show …if she hadn’t been sent on a wild goose chase to embarrass herself.

she dashes the thoughts away as soon as they come to her. mahler was better than that, better than her and she had to learn to stop expecting others to do what she might do. not everyone was a salty bitch that could hold grudges like no one’s business; traits directly inherited from her mother before her.

all the same, mahler appears if not appearing a little bit worse for wear then when she last seen him. mercurial, frostbound gaze studies him as he greets her, but she stills her tongue from prying into business that does not concern her. hei mahler, the trigedasleng is comforting and more and more, praimfaya finds herself slipping into it.

thoroughly tested, a small, perhaps wily smile, tugs at the edges of the commander’s lips. don’t get me wrong it was a boring task but …necessary. in more ways than one, she can now see. i split my eight days between trailing two herds: a medium sized deer herd and a small elk herd. he hadn’t asked but she launches into the run-down anyway, wrapping it up with: the deer herd seems to prefer kildeer rest and bitterroot valley as their eating and bedding grounds while the elk stuck mostly to permafrost hollows and just at the fringes of sleeping dragon.

she figured the information was more useful to rivenwood anyway than it was her specifically. it wasn’t like she had the capabilities of taking down either elk or deer by her lonesome.