Ravensblood Forest and iron filling her lungs

praimfaya's exit.

the woman comes at her again, splicing flesh of her muzzle, 'round her eye; spitting words of venom at wanheda. praimfaya, squinting eye against the pain: of split flesh and blood irritating her eye, prepares to counter with another attack determined to win this fight out of pride ...out of the urge to put this annoying woman into her place. before praimfaya can follow thru with her attack another form comes crashing into the arena. she recognizes him belatedly and uses his sudden and commanding appearance as her distraction. how many times has she spoken that winning a fight wasn't everything? that knowing when to walk away was the best option? though it smarts at her pride her very real and physical wounds smart more.

she takes her leave, turning her back to the spitting words of cowardice to go around the ravensblood. if she was a coward then so be it ...better a coward and smart then drowning in pride and dying for a piece of land that doesn't belong to her.