Arrow Lake we are made of flesh

though her command brings forth a low chuckle from the male that makes her skin crawl, he heeds it. no matter how brave or fierce a beast, wanheda, it would be suicide to draw the wrath of an entire kru onto one's self. linkoln tells her somberly, leaving praimfaya to wonder if he is explaining why the stranger heeded her command or to caution her against making a similar mistake in the future. would linkoln be corporeal instead of a whispered voice of the first wanheda she might've scoffed as she assures him she was not so foolish; alas he is not and so she does not.

forgive him? not likely, praimfaya remarks. she would remember his face and remember his name and she would seek out the gargoyle or basilisk to warn them of this stranger ...but he did not trespass and when she bid him to he obeyed; nevertheless she doubts he would care. he doesn't really put out the vibe that he cares what anyone thinks of him, though perhaps her impression is wrong. you will find no weakness here. go find somewhere else to usurp, tripa she thinks.

he returns to the conversation of language, inquiring about her's. elsewhere. though she sees no reason why where 'trigedasleng' originated was of any business of his. nevertheless, she doesn't withhold the information ...what could he possibly do with it?