Greatwater Lake i haven't had a shower in the last nine days

she teeters on the edge of yellowstone, toes stretching just over their claim when the wind dances through with the faint scent of a distant stranger. she would not have sought after the foreign aroma before given it was that of a woman, but any and all individuals close to the grounds of her home were now taken with keen interest.

they were to be recruited, or sent on their way.

there was more distance between them than what the viper had originally thought, and she soon found herself near to the great lake she had visited once before.

her steps drew her in close enough to catch sight of the brutish woman, who if not for the wind, would have been mistaken for a man.

nephele does not move to announce herself, but does not take any effort in concealing her presence either. she is simply watchful from a distance, curious of the unfamiliar wretch who strolled the water's edge.