Redsand Canyon they broke the wrong parts of me

praimfaya doesn’t need his praise to feel validated — she knows she is strong; yet she still accepts it. morality would come for them all, one day, even the commander of death knows that. still, it feels good to show donovan that even he can be knocked off his pedestal. she feels annoyance rise in her chest as he makes a comment about how he didn’t mind being beat by a woman. it’s an incredibly sexist comment, and coupled with that grin on his face, makes her lip curl; as if it were surprising that she was strong because she was a woman. woman. warrior. what’s the difference? she asks fiercely. i’m a warrior. being a woman had nothing to do with it. the fact, as far as praimfaya was raised to see it, were not even remotely related.

i had excellent teachers. my mother among them. blodreina, praimfaya thinks, would’ve killed him already, if for the flirtations alone.