Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

he has a point and he makes it well as he tells her that sometimes it's wiser not to pick a fight at all. lie down like a lamb, and you're unlikely to rise again. she contemplates it for a few seconds more before giving a sage nod of agreement. you're right. she murmurs in vocal agreement, tucking that tidbit of advice away. not all would be so kind to submission as to spare a life...would she be? for that, praimfaya has no immediate answer.

your mother sounds wise. the moonspearian speaks to her and for a moment grief twists in the worlida's heart and a grimace, briefly though it is, takes shape upon her lips. she was. praimfaya both acknowledges his words and subtly offers a correction. she died saving my life. praimfaya isn't sure why she offers this tidbit of information unprompted.