Blackfoot Forest fascinating

praimfaya doesn't venture far from the claim of the saints but she grows weary of the endless expanse of redrock and sand that is now seemingly permanently damp with the ever present rains. if she wanted to live on the beach, she cannot help but think dryly, she would live among the coast. irregardless, she does not forget her reason for living among the saints and knows the canyon is a small price to pay for the information that has thus been invaluable to her. information that seems like a growing library without visitors — it does no good if she doesn't tell it to someone else ...but praimfaya is guarded and careful with who she entrusts the information to.

renard is already a loose end that she must keep a close eye on lest the end begin to fray — though something in her tells her that they won't snitch.

she stretches her legs in the damp forest, not minding the stench of vulpine though it is all the more putrid combined with the damp earth as the rain continues its steady and endless fall. the tightly woven canopy above offers plenty of shelter so that she only feels a stray drop here and there. in the soupy mid-afternoon, praimfaya pushes on soaking up the sights and smells of forest while she remains within the territory knowing that before long she will be making the return trip to the canyon.

Izumi drifted closer towards the tall trees, scrunching her muzzle at the putrid odor surrounding them. Rotting leaves, dampened soil, and animal carcasses hidden among the ground ruined what once seemed like a decent place to explore — everything here smelled rotted to hell. And sadly, the raindrops that fell from a darkened sky did not make her experience any better. It was upsetting to say the least — though no such thing could've been seen on an expressionless face which always showed little emotion. Instead, the tail that lashed like a whip behind her was enough proof of Izumi's soured mood.

Just as the she-wolf was about to turn back and attempt to make a different turn out of here, her lavender visionaries stamped themselves on a moving blur from the distance. The wolf's pelt was draped in silver and difficult to miss among the drab swampy colors making up the foliage. Maybe she could talk to them. Izumi sped her pace to catch up to them and when she eventually did, she'd place a paw on their shoulder to catch their attention. "Excuse me?" Izumi spoke in her foreign tongue to test whether their was a language barrier or not. If such a thing was true however, that meant she'd have to resort to broken English...

praimfaya hears the footfalls upon the damp bracken that covers the forest floor even before she spots the other woman; draped in a pelage of downy snow white and accented with unusual ( to praimfaya ) black markings. frostbound gaze watches with the familiar caution she extends towards all strangers, though the wanheda is plenty capable enough of holding her own in a fight. keeping herself safe wasn't an issue, but still she is not as trusting as she once was.

praimfaya's body shifts so she faces the stranger, ears cupping forth atop her skull as the woman speaks to her; words foreign. a bird-like tilt to praimfaya's head is given knowing that the strange verse in which the woman speaks is neither common nor trigedasleng. hello. praimfaya calls out tentatively, in common, hoping that they might share that middle ground.

Well then, broken English it is then...

It wasn't as if Izumi didn't understand a single word of the complicated language. Afterall, she and the rest of her litter mates were basically forced to learn it from a young age. "Communication between outsider packs meant potential allies and good diplomacy." is something father always stood by. But that didn't make English any easier on the tounge — resulting in her avoiding the language like the plague. "G-G-Greetings." And that stuttering. That damned stuttering. It was moments such as these where the young girl wished her mentor didn't call a quits after constantly skipping lessons for the hundredth time. "You are native to land, yes? Looking for siblings..." 

the woman stutters over her word, tongue caught upon the first sound of the word. greetings. praimfaya's ear twitches absently as she considers that it'd be a lot easier to say 'hello' or 'hi'. 'greetings' was so formal; but chides herself a moment later. she was being ridiculously petty over something entirely inconsequential. yes, praimfaya replies with a sage nod of her head. i am native to this land. born and raised for whatever it was worth. a frown tugs at the edges of her muzzle as the woman then declares that she was looking for 'siblings' — likely her own.

but 'siblings' wasn't very informative and for a second, praimfaya clearly hesitates.

what are their names? for how else was she to know if she's came across this woman's siblings in her travels?

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 A sigh of relief left her lips as the woman explained that she was, indeed, native to these lands — then she took notice of her follow-up frown. Ah, of course. How the hell else was the fae gonna know who Izumi was referring to?

Fujiwara was hesitant at first, for she didn't know if it was wise to give away the names of family members when all of them were most likely being tracked down — but if Izumi wanted to track them herself, there wasn't much of a choice left. "Aika, Chiharu...." A short pause to peek at the silvery dame's expression before she continued, in an attempt to read some form of recognition... "—Taro and Hikari...do you recognize names?"

APOLOGIES FOR THE LATE REPLY!!!

no worries! <3 sorry about how short this is. ;-;

the names the woman prattles off all sound as foreign to praimfaya as her’s sounds to other’s. not a single one of them sparks any sort of recognition within the commander and her lips mash into a terse line as she considers best how to break the news that she cannot help this woman without being too tawdry. no, praimfaya says with an apologetic twitch of her lips. it must be hard, being in foreign lands without knowing anyone. praimfaya had the advantage of being born here and having at least opalia. i’m sorry. she adds.

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So she did not see them either....

Izumi had asked so many strangers and passerbyers for information at this point, but it seemed like no one in these foreign lands had a single clue that could lead Izumi anywhere in her search. A wry longingness tugged heavily at the crane's heart strings like weights. This was frustrating — all of it. A dulege of all things ruining her plans to lead her siblings to safe lands and separating them from each other — she felt like roaring in anger to release the pent up annoyance that built up in her chest.

Though wasting time on petty things such as anger would lead Fujiwara nowhere; she'd been taught that much at a young age. And at this point in time, it would've been much more efficient to search for the pack on her own in order to seek safety. 

"Arigatō." the young girl said passively to the other, thanking the silvery fae with a dip of her pale crown before promptly turning to pace away. It was not their fault for not having the information Izumi needed; it was nobody's fault. The lack of knowledge simply meant that Homura and his clan of wretched wolves have not come looking in this area, so at least some good came out of this...

I don't mind at all, your writing is still lovely ^-^! If you'd like, we can wrap up the thread after Prim's next post?

the woman speaks passively in a word that praimfaya does not understand but, given the slight bow of the other woman’s pale crown and the turn of her form to depart, praimfaya is able to piece together it’s meaning well enough. goodbye; or some variation. goodbye. praimfaya calls after her, lingering only long enough to see her silhouette vanish before, she too, heads onwards. there’d been no need to linger; praimfaya couldn’t help her … there was a chance that the woman might never find her siblings — these wilds were vast and any meetings that were not pre-arranged were coincidence only.

she remains in the green territory for a bit longer; a handful of hours at most before, reluctantly, she makes her way back to the dull redrock and gritty sand of the canyon.