Spring had come on, and Bane was grateful for it. She would be on high alert for the next few… few weeks? For the next couple months? Mares would drop their foals soon, and they would be more vulnerable than ever. Bane knew it. It was with a far away pang that she thought of her own daughter, on days like these.
Her own daughter, the likes of which she saw in the many young mares that called the Peak home. Roisin especially-- a strong spirit, a good heart, and a good head on her shoulders. Maybe it was through wishful thinking alone that Bane drew those parallels. She thought too of Hollis, the scared filly that had come to them looking like she’d seen a ghost. There was a fragility, like a little bird. How had Eden done on her own in the Islands?
It didn’t seem as if Bane would have to wait much longer to find out, though. As she stood and watched over the whole of the Peak, and the border to the Falls on the other side, she can see a familiar figure cross towards her. That same figure waits at the border. A shifting breeze would carry the scent to Bane where she stood… Eden. The elder mare swallowed hard, turning to descend the Peak.
She takes her time, moving more carefully over the loose stone than she needs to. Hell, Bane could have descended with her eyes closed. No, she needs the time to think. What would she even say? What would she even say to her only daughter? There is emotion bubbling up inside her chest, but Bane does her best to squash it.
As she nears the border, Eden focuses into view. Bane wouldn’t admit the rate at which her heart beat in her chest. All this time to consider what she’d say, what had she come up with? “You look well.” A quiet observation. That was really all, at this rate. Bane is quiet where she stands, no more than two lengths of her own body away… enough space to react if threatened, but close enough. Just close enough.
Anath x Thane