Noctisardor Bypass schalten

while praimfaya hadn't been particularly happy about packing up the den she'd made moderately comfortable and as plush as the wilderness would allow her and moving it skin by skin and bundles of dried flowers ( though what purpose other than they looked nice and she liked their colors they served she couldn't say ) to legion where she found a bigger den than the one in the boulder ...she was happy for their victory. the scrimmage had sated her need for battle, for blood. it wasn't the saints and it wasn't vengeance for any slight committed against her ...but it worked it's charm all the same.

the saints could wait.

she had desires that she would see fulfilled first. children. leadership. whichever of those happened to come to her first; though children was on a strict timetable lest she be forced to wait another whole year while the other she could stand to be a bit more patient for.

mahler! she chuffs out his name in greeting, drawing nearer to him as she realizes their paths had crossed.