Bane had been born here. She’d been born on the islands, born to them. Raised to them. The Peak, sure, and that would be Bane’s home again, but she needed to explore. Her mother had been prolific, exploring everything the islands had to offer. It was here and now that Bane vowed to do the same. She wanted to see everything.
Returning after all this time felt strange. In some ways, she would always be Anath’s ghost. Her mother… she had to be gone, right? Anath had to have passed away by now. She’d be damn near ancient, hell, the general had been old when Bane was born. At this point, the champagne mare was the only thing left.
Her daughter is only in the back of her mind. Bane is more concerned about herself, for now-- Eden would be fine. She had to be fine, right? She shakes her head once, as if to clear her mind. From the Peak, Bane moves to the Meadow. It had snowed last night. The fresh drifts crunch pleasantly beneath her hooves. Winter wasn’t so bad. With her head high and gait easy, Bane crosses the boundary of her home.
Perfectly relaxed in the grey light of an early morning. As Bane reaches the Meadow, she stops. Pauses. Takes a moment to see if anyone else is out here. A soft call resonates from her chest, not necessarily shattering the silence but toying with the soft whistle of the wind. Today, Bane decided, was okay.
Anath x Thane