booming thunder | the berserkers

[CATHERYN]

It's not that Catheryn hasn't heard of the other groups residing in the area (she buys her knitting supplies from shops in Morgan Heights, after all) but she's never really liked strangers. She doesn't so much as fear the unknown as actively avoid having to engage with it. Already in San Creado they're getting new faces everyday, and even though some don't even stay for an hour, she hates having to adjust to seeing them around. It's the reason why she isn't out during the day, today's voyage is certainly a regretful one.

"I think the question now, then, would be what can you give us," she states firmly, eyeing Maverick in barely-masked suspicion. She hadn't missed the way he'd reached to touch Alexander, and Catheryn does not appreciate it when strangers stroll into town and immediately try to act as if they're in charge. It's San Creado, and none of them are entirely perfect, but never let it be said that she doesn't protect her own.

The Berserkers. They sound intriguing, though probably not enough to hold Catheryn's attention longer for ten minutes. She doesn't like how Maverick drops affectionate monikers like Rialto drops sales pitches for the monstrosities he puts on his Etsy store, it feels unsavory, if not just downright distasteful. If the Ringleader wants cooperation from them, he's going to have to earn it. San Creado? Where the wild things are, indeed.