Emberwood [m] Lynchpin

he is sweet, praimfaya thinks as he peppers her with compliments — calling her pretty. it's not something she hears often; and she's always been ok with that. she was more interested in looking like the warrior and commander she was than being beautiful; still she appreciates it, letting the compliment flutter in her chest like a caged butterfly. not really, praimfaya admits with a small shrug of her scarred shoulders. thankfully though being pretty was never a requirement for becoming heda. she adds with a soft trill of laughter.

you are sweet, she tells him; thinking that it is almost a direct juxtaposition to his appearance. from looks alone, he looks like a rock solid warrior — which was the initial draw she felt. being a warrior and finding fellow warriors is a language all it's own, she feels. as he questions whether she lives around the area, praimfaya hesitates for a moment as mahler's words come back to her. i co-lead a pack in the area. praimfaya admits, keeping her information vague. if he really wanted to know though, she knows she would not keep the information from him.

she understands mahler's reasoning but it didn't seem fair, either: if she did end up pregnant and he wanted to know his children ...who was she to keep that from him? rivenwood. east of here. she adds after a moment.

her frostbound gaze goes to the remains of fawn and supposes it would not hurt to linger here with him for a while. i can eat a little, i'm not real hungry. she accepts graciously. some of the fawn will be fine, you don't have to hunt special for me. thank you, though. praimfaya says as she backtracks, making her way towards the fawn where she takes a small strip of meat to eat.