Blackfeather Woods and I bleed when I fall down

a day and night has passed since dacio's death and praimfaya does not feel better. if anything, she feels worse. like her heart was rotting away in her chest; festering. aching. she ventures east, dwelling in the haunting shadows of the dark woods. she eats to quell the rumble of her stomach but the rabbit she devours is bland, tasteless. the whispers of the commanders are cruel in her mind; until they cut her one by one to the quick of her bone. the chill of the moderate snowfall, the worst of which the dark woods keeps at bay doesn't faze her. still, she seeks the mouth of one of the dark woods' caves for shelter all the same; out of instinct.

to be commander is to be alone.