Patrols had returned in the wake of Aithniel's ascension to being Sultana, and while Nephele was eager to once again get back in the air and do what she did best it did come with a bitter sweet after taste. It hadn't clouded her thoughts per say, more it badgered on her mind like some had decided one day to fling pebbles at her psyche. She could only assume that after all that had happened in the meeting, the Sikeax suddenly returned and called her into question, her attempted promotion of Sohalia to Sultana and then Tae and Aithniel challenging the Gladiator and Sultana respectively — all of that, and the champagne mare simply had fled, and they were now left to build back up again in the wake of all that mess.

Life was chaotic though, no one could predict anything when you dug through the grime and the dirt. All she could do now was hold her head high and work with all the determination and ferocity she could muster.


Atreus' careful prod drew her back out of herself, they had arrived at the fields and after a small slightly troubled ascent the clouds and fog had dissipated to reveal the plateau peppered with touches of frost fall. Her wings steadied her as she landed, back legs sunk into the snow before her front ones joined them. Stay on my back, something could appear out of the clouds and fog at any moment she hummed toward her companion through their bond, the vulture landed after a few moments of protest upon her withers. He wasn't thrilled at the idea of being poached by a bigger bird, thing or whatever that may or may not have used the white curtains as a cloak.

"Have we had much trouble with this place before, with harboring things that are a threat?" She voiced toward her fellow patrol members who had also being assigned to the fields with her. Ironically, for all it's openness above the cloud deck, the concealed and misty stairs obscured from view might off put many from making the perilous trek. It'd be a good place for outcasts and vagabonds to hide and hold meetings, she thought, something Atreus agreed with. They could never been too careful, or assume to little these days. Not when there were bands forming and an unknown God once more in the land.  



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