in the club, we turn it up

The mottled girl was following Nimue around, now that she had finally turned a year; she was free to come and go as she pleased. It had done wonders for her sullen mood, and her mischievous streak had reared its ugly head once again.

Just as she was getting bored enough to peel away from Nimue’s trail, a commotion catches her ears. Well, well, well, it seems Nimue has found herself in quite the situation, hasn't she? Following her through the southern region was proving to be more eventful than Barghest had anticipated.

Diving headfirst into a confrontation with a hippo? That's quite the bold move. And biting into its ribs? That's either bravery or sheer foolishness. Luckily, Barghest was in the perfect mood for foolhardy heroism. She shoots forward, partially ignoring the very small stranger as she snaps at the hippo’s opposite side, taking a bite of it’s ear as she attempts to get it’s attention off of Nimue.

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