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Nephele, sitting back at the healer's station can't stop herself from gathering her poisonous plants... Just in case.
The more the weather rolls in... The more anxious she gets. She lends her venom to others. Her mother's words ring in her head.
But- When her mother returns to the healers in a terrible state of injury and too unsteady to move far, a call hums against Nephele's chest. After tending to her mother and thanking the wolf who saved her, Nephele slinks off to apply her war paint.
She leaves behind her mother and enters the fray as the storm begins to roll overhead and rain soaks her coat.
I'm being kind today. For the future content I have planned.
Atleast you know...