Nocturne Summit the faces staring back at me look like somebody else

Nephele was often of the opinion that she knew what she was doing. Somewhat.

Her wandering led her back around the mountains she’d been climbing, down to the south, to here. More mountains. So many damn mountains. At least this was flat, the place she found at the moment. Shaded too, as if that mattered when it was raining. Much like the day she’d arrived, her fur was dripping, she was drenched, and she didn’t know jack about what she was doing.

Nephele shook her head. She would know. She would! Give her like. A year and a half and maybe a therapy couch, and she’d get her life together. But, for now, she was walking. She was always walking these days. Going somewhere to stare silently for an hour or two, then walking on. Up until her paws hit water that wasn’t puddles from the sky, and she stared. Okay.

Easy.

She descended into the small lake she’d found, casting a glance at where the summit dropped off, and watching the water rush towards it. So no swimming, Nephele, unless you really wanted to test your luck.

She stayed in the shallows.