Lion Head Mesa good enough, never good enough

Today, she sought out Pharoah’s incumbent physician. Nephele would do her duty, as expected of her, and speak to this boy to learn him, learn of him, and report back.

As well as to check on Maggie. Perhaps the shadow did have a small bit of a soft spot. Nephele shook her head, tail bobbing lightly as she wandered into the main sleeping place of the rest of Akashingo, her own far outside it’s boundaries. She had quietly come to refer to it as the barracks, but for herself alone.

Again, she shook it off.

“@Crowfeather ?” She called into the dim, squinting until her eyes adjusted as she scouted for the boy.