Arrow Lake this empty northern hemisphere

praimfaya watches with frostbound silver eyes as he turns and storms nearer to her, challenging her with his question. he's upset — at her, likely more-so at the hand the world has dealt him — but she doesn't appreciate his anger being directed at her. they were playmates and last time she checked she hadn't been the one to end the basilisk's life. sha and then offers a translation: yeah, i do. praimfaya decides then and there. there were logical sides to that decision — that an open cache will attract unwanted scavengers, that food will be stolen when ( and she'd heard this from blodreina at least once ) they should be stocking up for the coming frosts — but mostly she says it just because it feels good to meet him head on and not cow beneath his unwarranted ( or so pri believes ) irritation at her.