Meadowlark Prairie countess

She was stalling and she knew it. Goddammit she knew it! It would be different if she was just unaware of the fact she’d walked in essentially a loop de loop of the caldera, panicked, and fled here to stare into a puddle and ponder every single choice she’d ever made in her life.

The repentant thief looked up at the voice echoing across the meadow, but her eyes dragged back to the puddle. Nephele was, as she ever was, a giant coward. She hunched her shoulders, miserable.

Another day, another uncertainty for her.