Hoshor Plains to the divine, mischievous spark in you

they were joined in their stance on neighbors, which was greeted with a satisfied hum of approval. talk of such discussions got her thinking to the regions stretching farther than what surrounded them, and of potential alliances. a thought that was quickly stashed to a mental folder marked 'for later'.

the words of her husband drew her focus once more, his liking of the plains bringing forth a feeling of comfort. their decision to leave the glacier behind not one regretted. "i am glad to hear this." it was a reminder to the woman once more that he had so few memories to call his own, and that she was in all ways his only known world. the idea of such knowledge was intoxicating.

the conversation turned to that of the future, and she let out a pleased, "i will be happy to see those days come true." the thought of children, grandchildren, and many more generations keeping the land and tending the herd brought her immense gratification. there was no 'if' for nephele, there was only 'when'.