Sawtooth Spire there's nothing like a sunset skyline to let you know you're almost home

She liked to come up here to look at the forest. Maegi knew she shouldn't—that she should just leave it all behind. The past was past, and her future within Diaspora.

But she couldn't resist. 

Hey, mother fucker! The hollered curse cut through the snow (Maegi had been just about to head back for lack of a clear view down). Confused, she followed the yelling to its source, a lanky dark girl who appeared to be in some sort of pain.

Where are you hurt? she asked, cutting right to the chase. Better to get her to Mahler and his healing skills sooner rather than later.