Confidence. That’s Bane in a nutshell. Even if she didn’t know what was going on, the root of things, the heart of things… she had the confidence. Confidence, even if it was misplaced. It’s one of the few things that she’s had to hang her hat on, and that’s fine. Fake it until you make it, by all means necessary. By all means necessary. That would be how Bane would continue to live her life.
But returning to this place, it still felt weird. Bane tries not to focus on it. A ghost of this place, much as her mother had been upon her many returns. Haunting. Haunted. Something like that. There is more that plays behind Bane’s eyes than she would even… worry about. More than she’d worry about for now. Winter would melt away soon, and maybe then she could brave the sea once more. Maybe she could see the islands, and what they had to offer her. The Peak was her home, and would always be, but there’s also the desire to explore.
A woman came from the sea, and appeared to scan the world around her. Bane studies her from her spot in the Meadow. Darker than the night sky, and coming closer. Her head cants to the side as she studies the stranger, nearly entirely still on the surface. Still waters run deep. The stranger’s question hangs in the air, and Bane lets it rest there for a moment before answering. “The cold really isn’t so bad when you’re used to it.” She finds the woman’s assessment of the weather to be a bit dramatic. “You lose heat faster when you’re wet.” Her words are measured, even, studying the stranger.
Anath x Thane