Meadowlark Prairie countess

Uuuuuuuunfortunately. Like I said, my mom wasn’t...great at names. Or anything really, besides spitting vitriol and desperately trying to control the parts of her life she could. Nephele couldn’t even remember the woman’s name, only knew she was dead. An ill advised escape attempt.

Ill think about a new name. If she even took a “job” with this woman and her compatriots. A part of her was yelling to turn back and go to the Caldera. But hey, this had landed in her lap after all.

No. Never met him or knew him. Her father, much like her mother, had never had a name. Or a face. She knew she resembled him, but other than that, daddy-o was a great big question mark.