Redsand Canyon i will make myself steel

it does not take long for someone to approach; cloaked in silver-grey, reddish accents and a gaze of soft gold — not terribly unlike her own. remembering herself, mulberry lowers her chin in soft submission, her posture neutral despite it. she defers to him here, calling this place mereo and naming himself as it's imperator.

the word might not mean anything to her but the way he speaks it inflicts importance.

for a heartbeat, mulberry considers her response. the saints had a soiled reputation before she'd left with her mother and brother; chasing the ghosting disappearance of her father. though from what she remembered, they had taken great pride in being the scourge of the wilds.

this canyon used to be my home, mulberry answers; ears fluttering back to rest at half mast atop her skull. i was hoping it may be again. she could assimilate herself into whatever shape this pack took, she is confident — if this imperator saw fit to take her in, that was.