relationships for mz are... an awkward thing. they’ve been raised to view any sort of emotional attachment as a glaring weakness. any attachment and they would die-- such was the way of life in the freljord, in a place as unforgiving and deadly... love is a commodity they could not afford.
though at one point came avarosa. and she taught them of that love, the love of companionship and trust and forgiveness. and though they were cruel, cold and heartless, they learned of compassion and mercy. they were no weakness; instead, they drew strength from the desire to protect others
it is a lesson that mz cherishes, even now. though they appear merciless, they seek to temper their blade with compassion. to hold out a hand instead of shedding blood, and to treat their enemies with the mercy that the world has not shown them.
they struggle to be amiable and empathetic, even if it is quite difficult for them to do. to truly understand others is a challenge, more than any battle they have endured. the feeling of love is honestly one they dream of. though they dare not admit, they dream of simple fairytale stories. things deemed as foolish by many, the idea of true love-- meeting a prince or princess to fall in love with. it’s an embarrassing confession, but they wish for something like that.








