The Bracken Woods you could trample upon,

praimfaya makes a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat, not exactly sure what to do with the other woman's admittance that she thought she was running from something. it wasn't the wanheda's business and in truth, she couldn't care less. she had her own heaps of issues without taking on the issues of others', especially pushy strangers who didn't seem to get the un-subtle hints that her company wasn't really wanted.

when the woman slides up to her side, praimfaya moves, frostbound gaze cutting into her. listen, praimfaya levels. i don't need or want company. my family's left me annoyed and frankly, i'm not in the mood. since being 'nice' about it ( or her version of nice anyway ) wasn't apparently getting thru. she needed to sort thru her exchanges with thryi and she needed to do it alone. the fact that the woman hadn't even asked and had just said sits unwell with the commander.