Noctisardor Bypass she looks like artemis

praimfaya is happy to be out, ecstatic even. acknowledging this brings with it a small stab of guilt — she should not be so happy to be parted from her children — but she buries it deep; at least for now. no doubt when she was shackled back in the confines of the birthing den she would consider the feeling at all of it's sharply pointed angles.

this, no doubt, why to be commander was to be alone. others were a distraction from duty, from purpose.

after a bit of patrol, did praimfaya hear nearing footfalls. she pauses and sniffs at the air, ears swiveling to determine whether it was from within the bypass or outside of it. soon enough, argent's form came into view and she relaxed the tension that had built in her shoulders.

argent, she greets with a chuff.