Redsand Canyon i will make myself steel

as arlette liked to remind mulberry during the bulk of her childhood — honestly was the best policy, even if it did not turn out favorably for her. how arlette had fallen in among the saints, where she did not seem to have the same sort of savageness of them was a mystery that mulberry had never sought to investigate. if the imperator did not know of her past affiliation with the saints: he no doubt suspected; or so she assumes.

the saints, mulberry replies. but only because i was born to them. my mother had never really fit in and that one was one of the reasons we'd left them. derg's continued absence being the primary part of it.

her mother was soft downy feathers; a ray of kindness despite the scars that marred her face. a very odd tune to be singing in the midst of the wolves of the dying light.

i have no affliction or contact with them now. i only been back in the wilds for a few days. although, the fact that she was at redsand canyon might seem suspicious, she realizes. i came back to the canyon because i had planned to make my home here, whether or not it was occupied by the saints or not. although, to the best of her knowledge, when arlette, thyme and her had left it had been teetering on the edge of ruin to begin with. their boisterous reputation and lack of soldiers to back it up, in mulberry's mind, no doubt played a role.