Bane has calmed down on the surface, from what she was at a younger age. Thankfully it’s only on the surface. Bane had been raised with a certain coarse, brash attitude-- it’s hereditary. Her mother had been the same way, and her father for that matter. Nature and nurture should leave this mare violent, but that wasn’t the case. No, Bane instead is wry. Sarcastic, with a tongue as sharp as a knife.
She reckons the mare before her is around the same age as her daughter, and she feels a pang in her chest. Eden had to be out here… what was she doing? Had she found a home? Had she found company? Had she seen the Peak? Somewhere in the back of her mind, the living legend knew that she would need to find her daughter and at least… at least make sure she’s okay. Bane hadn’t been much of a mother, and it was too late to start, but at least she could care for the child’s safety. Child. Grown woman now. Independence did run in the bloodline.
The mare before her flickers her ears at the mention of spring, and Bane knows the feeling-- relief. It was pure relief, really, knowing that they were going to thaw out soon. The snow would melt, the grass would be green once more. The trees would provide better cover with their full leaves. Foals would start to spring up at the flanks of their mothers. The dark stranger spoke of the winter, and Bane considers for a moment. “There are some crags in the Peak, some comfortable places. It’s usually pretty nice.” Her voice is steady, studying the stranger.
She speaks of being a wanderer. Going where life takes her. Bane knows the feeling, as it’s the same position she’s been in for a long time. “If you need safe haven, you’re always welcome in the Peak. We’re a democratic sisterhood, and we keep each other safe.” She watches the stranger carefully for a reaction. Stranger-- oh. She’d forgotten to introduce herself. “I’m Bane, by the way.”
Anath x Thane