Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

i am neither, praimfaya responds with a curtness that is pointed and sharp. stop calling me darling. her mouth twists the word with firm warning as if the word tastes bad, her shoulders tensing as she refuses to be cowed by the woman. two of you are not enough to hold this territory. you can say whatever you'd like. i am wanheda but does that mean anything to you? praimfaya asks in a tone that clearly suggested she doubted it. i seek no fight, aulana. the trigedasleng slips from between her teeth with ease; channeling her mother's 'salty bitch' persona with an ease that should be startling. but i won't back down, either. praimfaya states simply. just as the woman felt she has the right to consider the ravensblood her's despite it only being the two of them as she's so readily stated, praimfaya has a right to pass thru territory that is still, by all rights, neutral.

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