November 11, 2019, 04:29 AM
the trip back from arrow lake numbs praimfaya and though she knows she should return to roangeda, the mourning worlida does not right away. perhaps, if she is to find any peace in this — by will of the spirits of the commanders or not — ingram is at rest near blodreina. though praimfaya has a bit of a notion of an afterlife, she finds fleeting comfort in the thought that the wanlida's spirit had greeted ingram's upon his arrival. it is a flimsy comfort and like a moth eaten bandage does little to staunch the pain of loss and heartbreak she feels.
frostbound silver gaze lifts skyward as the buzzards circling overhead shriek and cry out. it draws her out of the numb fog that she'd adopted the whole way back here, honing her into alertness. it is in that renewed state of alertness that the worlida realizes that she is not alone in this sector of lake rodney. an unfamiliar scent wafts her way and her gaze falls upon an earthen toned woman.
a low chuff sounds from praimfaya in stilted greeting, not wanting to scare off the birds in case the stranger was hunting.
frostbound silver gaze lifts skyward as the buzzards circling overhead shriek and cry out. it draws her out of the numb fog that she'd adopted the whole way back here, honing her into alertness. it is in that renewed state of alertness that the worlida realizes that she is not alone in this sector of lake rodney. an unfamiliar scent wafts her way and her gaze falls upon an earthen toned woman.
a low chuff sounds from praimfaya in stilted greeting, not wanting to scare off the birds in case the stranger was hunting.
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she was fragile like a bomb - by Solaris - November 11, 2019, 12:06 AM
RE: she was fragile like a bomb - by RIP Praimfaya - November 11, 2019, 04:29 AM