Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

okok, i kinda lowkey ship them now and their shipname is Arcfaya and no one can change my mind, lol.

frostbound gaze lingers upon him, studying him as he slyly studies her. ears flutter back to half mast before cupping forth, a coy tilt of her head given. as he tells it, prey is his mission out this way. before praimfaya can inquire loftily ( as she had planned ) about the fruit of his labor he adds that he has had no luck. it was unfortunate, but she relates. the famine has not been kind to them and though roangeda is blessed to have the fish that dwell in the river that cuts through their claim she cannot say she is fond of it. small game is what most of her diet consists of these days and she hungers ( heh ) for the days when she can fill her belly with venison once more.

enough for us to survive. she murmurs vaguely, with a lofty roll of her shoulders in a shrug. it wasn't a lie. they were surviving ...they simply weren't living like kings. it makes her worry about the impending season — a thing she had to be reminded of, for her young age makes her unaware of what awaits come mid-winter. could roangeda support new life? she worries about it, but reminds herself of what dacio has told her. roankru is strong. they would survive, weathering the storms as they came.

i come here often, hoping i might see the winter herds return. she admits, distantly, trying to imagine how great it might be to see the migration of them as they return ( and how relieved she'll be ). i must admit that hunting has never been my strong suit. praimfaya, like her mother it would seem, just didn't have the penchant for it.