Broken Antler Fen it loves as harsh

without further preamble, praimfaya falls into step beside him. despite her tender age she is comfortable on the borders: where she can best employ her fighting and diplomatic skills should the need for either ( or both ) arise. it occurs to her that, perhaps, for ingram's sake, she should not spend as much time at the borders but any time she considers it she cannot resist it. the call of the commander, protector and one-day leader of her people is too strong — a sirens call no doubt encouraged by blodreina during the time she'd been alive thru praimfaya's childhood.

praimfaya, aleks rumbles her name and her frostbound silver gaze lifts from the stretch of no-man's-land that yawns before them: land that leads to lake rodney eventually, to aleks. of course. the worlida responds, wondering what has stoked the notes curiosity she hears in her setnes's own deep and rich baritone.

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