Phoenix Maplewood entschlossen

though praimfaya is blind to it, it is her lack of education that keeps circling ‘round to her arrogance. still, she repeats her mistakes. her arrogance would be the hardest demon for her to slay; quick to give into it as it clamors for her attention. she considers him for a moment; considers that her ( most of her ) mentors have all died; parent and kru alike. it makes her want to give in to her more flighty of natures; to fight against it. but there is wisdom to mahler; stone cold perhaps, but he is older, wiser and has as far as she’s been aware, leading for a long time. he was willing to teach her, though he had every right not to be …the question was: was she open to his teachings? would she be willing to tear down the her fortress to learn what he had to teach her?

nothing she’s done before worked.

and in truth, she had all but forgotten about the last two pillars of the commander:

wisdom, compassion.

strength could only propel her so far until it failed her.

it would be an effort; she would have to work at it but she would be fool to turn away this opportunity. then i will learn. she agrees; quiet, voice a low sworn oath to him.

their conversation circles back to astraeus, about how he bears scars, about how he needed guidance. surely, he did not mean from her? hadn’t they just established that she needed guidance of her own? but she considers his words, thinking of how it appears to her as is astraeus has strayed down a path similar to her own. wild. an inferno at danger of burning not just himself but everyone around him.

i don’t know if he’ll remember me, praimfaya admits. but i’ll keep my eyes open. she takes in a breath, pauses and hesitates; ears falling against her skull. he may have to learn the hard way. as i have. she suggests; taking a third-party look at herself, hard as it was.