It is reductive and rude to boil Mayzie Sighs down to a word as boring as 'potential'. 

Nevertheless.

What other word suffices? The woman is a black hole of possibilities. Her temperament is sharp, but her worldview and tendencies are decidedly blunt. Wherever she goes she always manages to give off the impression that she is thinking a lot and would very much prefer not to be. She furrows her brows at the simplest challenges, shies away from the implications of trite deductions, but when her mind does alight on a puzzle she can pierce it so quickly and thoroughly that it bores her.

That look in her eyes. The half-lidded expression when her lips purse tight and she shrugs her shoulders to pronounce judgment. As a child, Eclair found it delightful. As an adult, it is...

Lower thighs, twist shoulders fourteen degrees. Flatten right ear, raise up. Reach out, seize subject underneath right armpit and both knees. Lift. Tense legs, dig balls of feet into ground. Gather power and, dash!

Eclair leaps through the zone of debris like a bolt of electricity. Though the tower is falling, she climbs it as only a practiced wall runner can. A foot here, tap there, hup hup hup hup five six seven eight and down. Up-left, hard right, down-left, up-left, up-right, down-right, down, down, down. Every piece of debris her foot touches shatters under the impact of the bursts of Light she uses to propel herself and her reclaimed damsel forward. Her tail swishes behind her, both as counterbalance and to collect a long string of healing potions before they can shatter, which will in any case prove useful in the near future.

...And she completely misses the shard of stone that comes whistling for her eye. Misses it just as it misses her. Because Mayzie sighs has pierced it with her needle-dagger. Her whole body flushes with heat to match a fireplace.

Since when?? Since when did Mayzie understand how to alter a heartblade?! The woman allowed herself to languish in a [i]bath house[/i], for Evening's sake, she called herself washed up and ugly! But so sharp! So fast! So perfect! How much of Mayzie is the result of choices she has made, the result of interests she both does and does not have? If she cared to at all, how many months, weeks... days? Would it take for her to eclipse the Violet Flash? 

And yet, she is quiet. And yet, she did not run from Vespergift until there were people who needed help. And yet, she has always sought the simplest expression of her life. It would be possible to ponder her for a dozen years or more and still be discovering anomalies, secret treasures of new perspective and history and...

Eclair wants it. All of it. The power. The ability. And the will to use none of it. She could live the rest of her life like this. She really, truly could. But only if...