Lion Head Mesa gesuto o omukae

If she was being real, Nephele was kinda hot. Don’t get her wrong, this was nice and all, the cache, the security, but she was spending most of her time trying to find cool places to lay low in the hottest portions of the day.

She’d never been one of the godly folk but she thanked whoever was watching her that her coat was short, even if it would pose a problem once winter rolled itself back around to hound her. So, here she was. At the side of what could be called a puddle if you were being realistic, a pond if you were being optimistic, and she was periodically dunking her head and pulling it back out. 

Nephele puffed, gently. She remembered the last time she’d been up to her belly like this in water. Hopefully Germanicus wasn’t worried about her, she’d feel horrible if he was. He had been so friendly, everyone she’d met had been pretty friendly. Maybe she was just lucky in that regard.