Noctisardor Bypass with the moon i run

his sirename brings with it some recognition; if barely. a hazy familiarity that praimfaya should but cannot, in the moment, place. he knows mahler, though, and that is enough to ease some of the tension holding her shoulders taunt. he has, praimfaya responds. i am praimfaya, she introduces, not remembering that they are not total strangers. i co-lead rivenwood alongside mahler. she offers, thinking it best to tell argent that she, too, is capable of accepting — or denying. we could certainly use another able body, with cubs on the way. Seqouia, she thinks, is due any day now and Praimfaya suspects that she, herself, wasn't too far behind.

what are your skills?