Noctisardor Bypass nähren

a glimpse is spared to seqouia, of whom strikes praimfaya as the impatient type before her gaze falls back to mahler. thank you. the commander offers mahler with a soft smile tugging at the edges of her lips. she had spent many moons and days alike worrying about how she might fail her bloodline if she had been unable to marry in order to carry it on and with the restriction lifted from her shoulders she draws breath easier.

truth be told, praimfaya has never thought herself the marrying type.

of course, that is not to say that it would not happen one day on it's own time but she feels better about considering it without her determination for cubs fueling it.

she offers mahler a dip of her head before turning and pacing away, to the borders where she will make her rounds and consider the shift of information and how far she may travel when the time comes.