WHO: Nelle and Landon WHEN: Saturday, May 16. WHERE: The Herd's territory (TBD) WHAT: Just stuff.
Nelle had spent the weeks following news of The Damned and their 'great coming out' as people were calling it trying to figure out what to do. She was fairly certain the only reason her own hadn't been targeted was because nobody knew they were here. Well that and the fact that their group was still very very small. It hardly warranted attention. The Uzza was determined to grow her Herd but with the current political climate being the way it was she knew it was a risk. Not only had this Ajax effectively brought every leader in No Man's Land to their knees basically, he had also thrown the lions and their Pride into civil war. That kind of power and influence....it was terrifying. Nelle wasn't good with strategies or warfare or politics. At least not the politics this Ajax was playing. She was going at diplomacy and working to make things better for everyone as a whole. At building community. This was entirely out of her wheelhouse and Nelle didn't like not being able to figure it out.
She was outside in her garden, a floppy hat atop her cinnamon brown hair to keep the majority of the sun off her face. Her thoughts could ebb and flow as easily as a tide while she was working with her hands in the dirt, though the next best thing to try was always a run in her horse form. That was something she very much might do after. She was waiting for her husband to get back, wanting to talk some of these concerns and thoughts out with him in order to organize them a bit better. They were a team, a united front, and she wouldn't dream of even hypothetically thinking of solutions without his input. Her thoughts drifted to the unpleasant events that had brought them to No Man's Land too, the tragedy and loss that had followed the loss of their child effecting the entire Herd. Nelle didn't want to lose anyone else, didn't want them to get hurt as those who'd been kidnapped by The Damned had. She just didn't know how to prevent that.