Home. This place was supposedly home, and if Bane had to live somewhere in name, it would be here. Mother was here. Anath still haunted this place, even if she’d only recently appeared. That made sense. She wouldn’t survive anywhere else. That was the way things had always been with the champagne ghost. Her daughter, however, is a little… stranger. An echo of the unholy ghost as a child. Bane is barely a child anymore, but she’s too young to care. She was supposed to be an adult now, but that was a lie. Growing up was a trap, one that the green eyed monster wouldn’t fall into. She’s full of feelings like that.

Bane is full of a lot of things, and it feels strange to come back up the mountain. Hooves on the flaky shale, moving with a bulky ease. Something about her moves… differently. Like her father and her brother. Masculine, more masculine than what was becoming of a “young lady.” What a joke. Things were a joke. There was something very wrong about the way Bane viewed herself, and herself in relation to the world around her. And she loved that. Something strange and brilliant, head tossing, athletic and hard across the ground. Not thundering, just being.

She’s not a child any longer, having seen years since being here. It hadn’t changed. It never would. That was the curse of this place. It never changed. Maybe that was why Bane was here, but would never be anywhere to stay. The green eyed monster… couldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it at all. At least she was here, and here for now.