Greatwater Lake i haven't had a shower in the last nine days

her presence is noted, and met with an air of authority. there was an immediate churning of distaste settled in the pit of the viper's belly, a sour, rancid flavor left on her tongue. it was assumed then with bold speculation that this woman was either protective of the lake, or imperious by nature.

aware of the physical difference between them and no stranger to the fashion of being out of her weight class, nephele did not push what ire she felt brewing. instead she kept to where she was, steadfast and with a plain mistrustful gaze swirling in the absinthe of her gaze.

there was yet information to gain between this meeting, and she would drain every once of it before moving off.