Northstar Vale this night ain't for the holy man with the holy plan

Mantli had made it clear that there were those in the world that would do them harm, perhaps for no reason at all. Her mother’s pale figure was the only permanent one she had known since birth, her father a fading memory of bottled rage. And the gilded girl had never been fond of others anyways. She always made sure to stay close to Necahual — which was the name her dam had chosen to cover their tracks. 

It was no different when they came upon the shadow, a girl slightly older than she who was as dark as the chimera’s mother was pale. Surprisingly, she was still built somewhat like Momotzli — catching the vagabond pup’s curious gaze of mismatched metal where she peeked around Mantli’s slender forelegs.