May Marigold
Happy Huntress
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Snow crunched under May's boots as she stomped through Mantle's streets. Being a Happy Huntress wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, but she knew that when she joined Robyn. However, May did crave the taste of a hot coffee from time to time. Not that she'd admit it of course, but the cold was getting more and more difficult to deal with due to some of Mantle's heaters going out.
Absolutely infuriating. Atlas could build massive, elaborate railways and buildings, but couldn't leave Mantle with some heaters that wouldn't break every couple of days? To say May was frustrated was beyond an understatement. She was pissed. Especially knowing that pompous cousin of hers, Henry, was no doubt trying to worm his way into the Schnee's good books. Not that it would work. Even at a young age, May knew her cousin was a sniveling rat who did what he could to benefit himself.
But that wasn't important.
Right now, what was important was patrolling the streets and making sure everything was alright, making sure no Grimm got too close to the hole in Mantle's wall, cause if they did, then things would go from bad to worse, especially with how long Atlas takes to deploy their robots to Mantle.