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he greets her and when she takes the fact that he waits for her to reach him as an invitation that her presence isn't unwanted. she falls into step a beside him, paying painful amounts of attention to her pace and ensuring that it does not entirely match his. she might've been promoted a few times since her second chance ...but she was not his equal. at least, not here. not on his turf. she does not necessarily find the silence uncomfortable as they walk but her attention shifts to him, the swivel of the ear closest to him in his direction, the glimpse at him from the corner of frostbound gaze as he speaks.

he speaks, to her surprise, of diaspora.

the name resonates within praimfaya. home. the landslide. blodreina's death. roangeda. the resting place of both her mother and her father. some of the memories sparked to light in her mind at its mention were good; warm. most were cold and painful.

arrow lake was unkind to us. she says, on the topic nomadic. perhaps, if they hadn't stayed so long stigmata and blodreina ...and ingram would all still be alive — but she stifles that before it can take root. it happened and there was no going back. only forward. it makes sense, praimfaya considers after a few moments. follow the migrations. relocate where the resources are bountiful.