Lion Head Mesa dauphine

Nephele was panting. Just a bit. She was fine. No she did not jog into the shade, whatcha talkin’ bout. Nor did she flop onto her haunches. She sat, very delicately, and tried not to fall onto her face and melt.

Ill take your word for it. She joked, flashing a lazy, lopsided grin, before going back to trying not to start screaming like laptop fans when they get too hot.