Wapun Meadow but we must live like we are made of iron

since polaris is on ppc i'm opening this thread up for anyone. tagging blodreina for reference.

once more, praimfaya sets out for wapun meadow with @Blodreina in tow. the afternoon is chillier than it's been in a while, though still considered warm to the wanheda as she moves through the exotic and brightly colored wildflowers: a shock of gangly silver and charcoal markings against the multi-colored petals and emerald green stems the flowers sit upon. praimfaya cannot place what it is about this territory that she likes so much ...beyond the fact that more often than not it is as far from diaspora she will travel.

and thus far, it seems a good place to run into strangers to work on her diplomatic skills. the commander must know how to fight but to be a visionary you must also know how to hold council, how to be a good ambassador for your people. linkoln's gravelly voice guides her, reminding her that not all of her training can be about sharpening her mercenary skills. blodreina is a skilled warrior and tactician but in terms of diplomacy, praimfaya gets the feeling that she is alone. well, not alone per se ...linkoln — the spirit of the first wanheda — guides her in this field though mostly it has been left to praimfaya herself to discover it on her own.

she pauses in her steps, left ear fluttering back to catch the sound of blodreina's — her acting setnes on these missions — steps slowing to a halt as well, allowing praimfaya to take sole lead as the young wanheda in training lifts her muzzle and draws in the scents around her attempting to discern if there are any of interest beyond the exotic flora and nesting fauna around her.