Lion Head Mesa the doors are locked trust me I know, 'cause I have tried them all

Inhale

Exhale

Inhale

Exhale

What on the name of the gods was she even doing? Nephele prowled among the mesa, playing the ever vigilant guard. Sabah was becoming familiar and the more familiar she became, the more Nephele felt like she was someone else, a hitchhiker in her own skin.

The guard took a short inhale of autumnal air. Nephele wasn’t sure who she was anymore. She carried on, tail swirling at her ankles, tap tap tapping away idly as she walked. She was worried, oh of course she was, Maggie had brought her here, and Ramesses was all but declaring war.

Inhale. Exhale.

Stop overthinking, Nephele.