they say knowledge is your best weapon

Maki could imagine it, stoic and aloof, every bit as Kingly as the monarchs in her stories. She didn't think he'd like her much in reality though, her overly laid back nature tended to rub the serious folk the wrong way- even if she didn't intend to or even notice, for the most part. It sounded nice there, but honestly she was always quickly swayed by the idea of something different. A far off idea compared to what she had, the peaceful reality she knew and for the most part loved.

"Hm? Me?" She blinked at that, not entirely sure why the turn of question surprised her. Just felt so out of sorts that conversations that would have usually flowed felt...stilted on her end. The words and ideas not coming fast enough, the worst type of writer's block."It's home. We like to raid a lot, but in the mountains its cold and quiet. Like no one else exists but you and the clouds and snow."