Lion Head Mesa 羽毛 gaichū

Nephele easily agreed, stepping her way over to join the other woman in the shadows, tipping her head in a quick bow, merely a tap of her chin to her chest.

My lady. She knew from experience of how to address those above her, easily pushing away the persistent identity crisis for later.

No, I haven’t spoken to him quite yet. I’ve been keeping my time to watching the borders, for the most part.