Meadowlark Prairie perfect, you're my poison

Nephele knew what she was doing.

Perhaps she always had. She received her answer, blowing out of a graveyard held behind lips. She pushed everything that made up Sabah to the front of herself, hiding cowardly Nephele behind the dawn’s iron walls.

Had she held more brainpower, perhaps she would have laughed about it. How Nephele was shadow yet Sabah was dawn. Two sides of the same fucked up coin.

I do not know if she is the same, but we had a woman come by not long ago. She attacked Pharoah. I only caught glimpse of her, but she was large, white as snow, with eyes like fire. She ran just before I was on scene. Her mouth twisted.

She has left a friend of mine in a very bad state.