Redsand Canyon she was half a human

with the word understandable left to hang in the air between them, it is made apparent to praimfaya that their conversation is done. she watches the larger woman turn and makes no effort to stop her. praimfaya stands still, watching until the older woman's form vanishes into the murky sand and redrock landscape the saints have claimed as their home. she finds the whole exchange abruptly short, unsure why her rejection of sharing a small living space with a woman whom she doesn't know meant that their conversation was over. regardless, the commander lifts her chin imperiously and stares at the space where the woman vanished.

the woman is still a wildcard to praimfaya, who takes note of this strange exchange and tucks it away into the mental files she was accumulating on her fellow saints. it seems so weird to praimfaya, considering how overly eager the woman was presently to get to know praimfaya. perhaps, the commander considers, she misinterpreted.

a glimpse at the sky which has begun to brighten into a light and monotonous grey tells praimfaya she better hurry if she doesn't wish to be soaked to the bone; she finds an empty cavern and ducks under it's cover just as fat raindrops began to fall: slow at first and then steadily rising into a heavy downpour that makes it hard to see a few feet in front of the cavern's mouth.

it is here she waits out the rain, left to her thoughts and with nothing better to do the reflection of what she has gleaned so far.