Noctisardor Bypass with the moon i run

it does not take mahler long to arrive and the commander greets him with a low chuff. she opens her mouth to inquire if the two knew each other but closes it the moment later as she casts her frostbound gaze to mahler and the look on his face. in that, praimfaya had her answer.

yes.

praimfaya considers leaving the two men to catch up; indeed she feels like she's intruding on something she ought not to. or maybe it was the tiredness she now feels in being idle; an ache in her spine that comes from carrying young.

immediately, praimfaya is warmed to argent as his first question is to ask what he could do first. she appreciates the initiative and it shows on the hardened and scarred lines of her face. she thinks — hopes — she and argent might get along. it is hard for me to make the lengthy patrols i used to, praimfaya admits. help on the borders would be appreciated. from her standpoint, at least. it was always possible that mahler might direct him better.

she lingers for a few more moments and offers mahler a soft bump on the shoulder with her muzzle. i'll leave you two. she says and takes her leave, not wanting to admit that a nap was calling her name.

exit praimfaya <3