Lion Head Mesa Peína

In theory, Nephele knew there was someone new in Akashingo. Several someones, really, besides the bearwolves. A Queen’s Guard, whispered the rumor, a Greek like she had been once.

So, when a crimson specter appeared in her peripherals, the Captain raised her head from the investigation of a hole in the ground, twisting her skull to face it. Was that supposed to be him? Or someone else?

It couldn’t hurt to talk to him.

Χαλάζι!

She hoped this wasn’t about to be awkward.