Meadowlark Prairie countess

Hot and red.

Nephele hadn’t ever really been into either of the terms. But, she did have a debt to repay, now, and she wondered as to when she grew so concerned with debts.

Damn her time as a silvertongue, part of her hissed, she should run. Now preferably. But she would have nowhere to go, except to stare at the distant caldera some more. 

Nephele licked her lips.

Ill be sure to try and pay back the kindness. Promise.