maniac

Shania sells herself as cynical, through-seeing, realistic beyond hope. If she does have dreams, they really don't feel like they're even worth mentioning. She's not a child, anymore. Never will be again.

Dreams of another way of life? Long abandoned. Dreams about a specific kind of death? Yes ma'am.

But, as part and parcel of her wholesale removement, Shania refuses to listen to fish stories about the crazy colonies.

The one with the laughing leader, who's never been homecome and doesn't want to. Who really likes, bloody loves, doing it all again and again and again.

Ashera, the untameable one.