She can’t help it. She’s never been much for staying in one place, and she’s never been much for leaving a stone unturned. Bane makes her way over the ground and into the sea. Didn’t need to stay in the Peak all day, did she? All season? All lifetime? She was doomed to become her mother’s daughter if she did. No. The green eyed monster would fling herself off the cliff and into the sea before that happened. Off the cliff was a bad idea. Into the sea was a great one. That made all the sense in the world to the creature. She would fling herself into the sea and see where she got.

A lump of trees floating in the water. Basically all this place was, and she made her way across the ground with a strange look in her eye. Bane was just like that, in fact. Strange. Strange and wild, unruly, a child that was never made to grow up. That was why she was such a monster now. Bane always had been. That’s what happens when creatures like her parents procreated—none of them were ever meant to settle down. No one she’d ever been related to was the settling down sort. That made sense. Everything made sense, in her mind. That helped. Everything and nothing all at once.

Crashing onto the banks, arriving with salt on her coat and sand in her fur. The champagne creature moves across the beach with a certain discomfort—who even liked
More crashing. Bane doesn’t bother being quiet, and her presence commands someone’s attention. A Vulcan mare, one with breeding like hers… not that the peasants around here would remember. She laughed inwardly. Peasants. Made her sound like she had some sort of status, when in reality, she was just thinking about the presence of strangers. Bane wasn’t sure how to feel about that, but the green eyed monster allowed the process to sink through her brain and divvy itself into the appropriate places. Bane is no royalty. She’s the dragon.

There’s a spotted creature, one that she fixes her eyes on with a certain distrust. A boy. A small boy. “Would you care to tell me where I am?” Bane knows she’s on the Luthien island but… where exactly. That escaped her. There had been so many changings of the guard, who could keep track anymore? Clearly, someone who cared more than she did. Bane makes her way through the brambles, champagne coat still darkened by the water of the sea. Though she is still wet, she shines. Bane has a habit of that. Maybe it’s genetics, maybe it’s a trick of the light.