Redsand Canyon a half that’s living to destroy

there are few in the world praimfaya trusts; certainly not strangers and definitely not her fellow saints, but because she has good reason to keep to cards close to her chest. she isn’t here to make friends. she’s here to observe, to glean whatever she can that would be useful for the movement against the saints. she walks a dangerous line but finds it’s easier that she thought it would be…or perhaps she’s found a hidden calling at being a starlet of the stage, in espionage.

the male approaches and so used to and repulsed by donovan’s constant use of flirtations, praimfaya, unfairly, expects this to be a similar case. she stonewalls the grandmaster as she will stonewall all others.

for a moment, praimfaya blinks at the newcomer; debating. she really doesn’t want to share but there is plenty of room and she doesn’t always want to be a coldhearted bitch. she shuffles to the side, ribcage pushing against the jagged wall in effort to make room. i haven’t seen you around before. praimfaya states the obvious. i’m praimfaya.