She had watched with fascination at the response that Adelhaid had towards the abrupt departure of the child. The woman wondered too, what kind of child would simply run back without putting in the effort to search. There had been very few in her life when she had been young, Maraigh remembered. Her own mother had been a harsh figure, the memory of her was unpleasant and had been part of what shaped her into the woman she was today. Sangre had been uncontrollable and had been responsible for the death of many as one of the primary hands of the vigilante and mercenary group that worked in shadow in the place she’d been created. She doesn’t say born, as Maraigh doesn’t think her mother ever truly had her properly.

There had only been the man who had trained her, and the other women in her life who she’d surrounded herself by. Those who she had protected, and it had been some of those who had led the attack that had dragged her and their small group screaming into the void.

“If we discover some hidden man, or even a woman who meant ill towards those here, there wouldn’t be any hesitation on my behalf,” Maraigh speaks with a tightening of her lips, the idea of the fight relished by her mind.

There was a small tale told, and Maraigh wonders what it would be like to have been in such a situation. She didn’t know what a friend was, beyond the meaning of the word. There had never been one she had called a friend. Acquaintances, those she lived with, but nothing more.

“The chance to learn the mountains and their layout is what I do need, so if such an event like what happened to you might befall this place once more, I will be a part of those who would the rain to them,” she muses. Yet she remains stubborn, eyes flashing. “There is a logic to your reasoning for going out. I will do what I need to, to protect those who require it when it is needed. I have my own limitations, especially in the winter though, as much as I dislike to admit them. I do not waste my energy searching for those as I have a tendency to go too far. In the cold, it is likely to be my death.”

She looked up the cold mountain.

“The reason my mother and her … brethren … they found my skills useful as I cannot feel anything. I feel no pain, no heat, no cold. I cannot tell when I am cold, or heat. Where others shiver, sweat, I do not. Flanks heave in the heat, when I breathe faster, is my only indication something has changed. Fighting is stupid for me but it is all I know and all that makes me feel alive,” she says. She had told a few others, but it seems that here and now, the Peak - and Adelhaid - should know.


“Beyond this, and being new, I do not care for some unknown child. When I am here, when I breathe for the Peak, this will change. I fought tooth and nail for those who I was allied, and I will do again. I will teach others, and I will show any who threatens the Peak all that I am made of,” she says, fiercely. Without the interruption of the child, it went smoother. For all her madness and rage, Maraigh had a cool logic behind her ways. Even if, at most times, it was lost to the angry monster that wanted to watch the world bleed.