Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

soon, praimfaya would come to the harsh realization that this was not meant to last. every moment she spent out here awaiting the return of the herds, thinking roangeda would prosper would all be for naught. for now, however, it still does and she remains blissfuly, if not woefully, ignorant of what the future has in store for her. she casts a glimpse out over the lake, letting her eyes trail from arcturus for a moment before gravitating back to him at his slight snort of amusement. while it is true that praimfaya has a lot to learn still blodreina's near militaristic training has not been left to go to the wayside. she doesn't expect to win a fight against a full grown adult ( at least not yet ) but she can hold her own; even if for a while. even if to prove nothing else than she wasn't prepared to go down without a fight.

well, the worlida drawls on a breath. i've got diplomatic skills, a necessity; though to say she was as war hungry as her mother would be a lie. and my mother taught me how to fight. she tells him matter-of-factly.