Hoshor Plains don't need your mercy kiss

the little man stopped, and she lifted her chin to give him a look over. he was the physical embodiment of everything nephele thought unattractive. "follow me," she demanded with the sternness of a mother telling their child to clean their room for the fiftieth time.

she paused, "bring your fishy too," it would act as a snack for him. that, or he could pick his teeth with the bones when he became bored of her future demand. she turned tail and began to walk towards the northern stretch of the territory, a glance given behind only to confirm that the man followed as he was directed.