Frogspawn Swamp a grin made for war

see you. praimfaya returns the child's departing words, a bit slowly, unable to help the nervous tail flick against her hocks as the sound of the mother's call echoed in her eardrums. her frostbound gaze turns back to arcturus as he informs her that dragomir, that moonspear was worried about her. guilt nibbles at her heart but she pushes it down. guilt was no use to her now. what was done was done. it appears that with the summoning of meerkat back home that their meeting was destined to be cut short. arcturus tells her that if she knows where the copse is — she nods for she's scented them — that she'd be welcomed.

i'll stop by someday soon. she promises.

his inquiry draws a soft furrow of her brow and a small cant of her head to the side. i'm well. she replies with a soft smile, hoping to reassure him with what she assumes is the truth. she's dealt with a lot of death in her young life and though each death has marked her in it's own way she remains the commander of death and does what she does best: keeps marching on.

it was nice to see you again. she tells him earnestly before she turns and goes back the way she came figuring it was time to return to her home on the spire.