Noctisardor Bypass into their punching bag

gentle green plant. butterflies like it. praimfaya tucks away his description of the plant, thinking so long as she paired it with it's tell-tale scent that she would be okay. that was the downfall she thinks of being blodreina's daughter: her mother had no interest in healing and was 'it will scar or it will kill me' sort. praimfaya cannot say that she doesn't understand the mentality: she shares it, in her own way. scars were badges of honor and pain was a reminder that she was alive. it was how she grew stronger.

but there is ingram in her as well — or what she knew of her father — enough compassion to sand off the rough edges of blodreina.

their conversation switched then to kigipigak. a sweep of her frostbound gaze is given but her lips pull terse. she cannot say that is surprised given their last conversation but nevertheless she remains disappointed. well, she draws in a soft breath. i suppose it would unsightly of us to hold wolves here against their wills. still, he would've been a huge help — rivenwood would need hunters to keep the pack fed while she and sequoia were nursing their babes ...providing, praimfaya reminds herself sharply, that their separate journeys held similar results.