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Post by Nephele on Apr 28, 2023 20:36:39 GMT -5
Nephele rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's antics, embarrassed, then paused. Girlfriend...hm. Nephele liked the sound of that, though her cheeks tinting a deeper blue gave her away. Not yet, she reasoned insistently.
"Thank the gods, I can finally rest." Nephele sighed, never happier in her life to not have to be on the move. She sighed heavily, stretching her arms over her shoulders, 50 solars richer and 5 times dirtier. Nephele bumped her hip with C'Leena's, careful to not do it too hard. "Come on, we both need a bath...and new clothes. Don't think I forgot."
The two of them got cleaned up at their own paces, settling down in an inn and merely enjoying each other's presence. They discussed the mission, mostly in the form of trash talking the nobles and praying on their downfall. Nephele's hand had begun to heal, and she in turn kept a close eye on C'Leena for any signs of pain or discomfort.
As soon as Nephele had arrived from the bath, she had taken a seat on the bed and immediately flopped back, exhaustion consuming her as she passed out. She wished she could have slept a dreamless sleep, but Nephele knew that was impossible. As the chronic whispers of her mother crawled their way into her mind, like skittering spiders making it unable for her to rest, she had a flash of something in her minds eye: a large in the ground, a severed grey finger landing in the pit of dirt, Cassiopeia hung high in the sky, the Crescent Isles glimmering in the dark. Nephele awoke with a start that night.
She hasn't been able to sleep since.
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