The Sunspire he held my hands above my head and i commenced to pray

riley’s question is valid but priamfaya struggles between how much she wishes to divulge about her culture — despite that it thinly and barely exists here — and whether she can explain it in a way that makes sense. it is, how it is; is what she desires to say. not just anyone can be the commander. it’s a birthright. and it’s been the way of my people for generations. the explanation she offers is vague. to disobey or an attempt to usurp the commander’s word as law is death.

it is harsh but it is how we survive.

anyway, praimfaya tries to shift the conversation to something else. i should be getting back before i’m missed. praimfaya draws with a sigh that feels heavy. she is reluctant to return though, thus far, her espionage has gone over smoothly.