Noctisardor Bypass into their punching bag

blocking the wasp nest of thoughts circulating 'round her mind allows praimfaya to focus and thus to hear the footfalls of one of her kru approaching. though if she took the time she was sure she could learn to determine who was approaching by the sound of their gait alone; she cannot presently tell and does not know until she lifts her head from the sniffing at a sparse stretch of border and peers over scarred shoulder. frostbound gaze falls upon mahler and she offers him a soft but nevertheless genuine smile.

for a while she is content to keep going in the companionable silence that lingers between them but her mind keeps circling back to her worries and the thought that if he is to be her midwife — if the process worked — then she should be able to go to him without lingering embarrassment.

blodreina wasn't and hadn't been alive for a long time; and while she could ask laurel their companionship was still ...tentative.

mahler, praimfaya begins and then chickens out last second, deciding to veer in a similar but different path of words. has laurel spoken to you recently? praimfaya begins, thinking she might address that she offered laurel her permission should she wish to have cubs again.