Lion Head Mesa insolitus

Nephele inhaled softly.

Others. She placed her paw solidly within Asphodel’s drawing.

Others like me. Serfs, the lowest of the low. I was not lying when I said I was named Two, Dýo. I was born second. I was all who lived. She said, never drawing her eyes away from the fields her paw was sat solidly in, as if she was trying to weigh and accept her fate. The young woman drew a soft breath.

It was her past. It couldn’t hurt her now. And anyways, those nobles who had put her there, those guards who had kept her there..they were dead. Not by her teeth, but they were dead anyway.