Auxiliary Neith

𝑵 𝑬 𝑰 𝑻 𝑯
No one in the world, no one knows what to do,
No one in the world, no one in the world, do you?
Neith sits proud before the Citadel, silent as the sea mist, steadfast as stone. Their intelligent eyes keep score of everyone who enteres and leaves the Citadel. The wind whips their mane back and forth - a quiet reminder of their innate strength and prowess - but they never flinch. While Cressida's focus is Queen Haiku, whom she follows as a personal bodyguard, Neith can seldom be seen away from the Citadel. Their role is to protect the Acropolis, and it is a role they take very seriously.

Neith's unusual feathery mane has made them something of a celebrity among the Metropolis-dwellers. Young lionesses purr and giggle amongst themselves about the serious watchkeeper. Neith is aware of this reputation, and secretly, they're flattered by the attention. Occasionally they'll break their stoic demeanour to throw a passing young lioness a wink, leaving them in a fit of giggles and whispering.

As you two greet each other, Auxiliary Neith moves away when you get too close. You try to approach her again, and she begrudgingly accepts the friendly nuzzle you offer her. She looks a bit bothered about it, though.

Frustrated at a recent battle loss while exploring, you meandered over to Auxiliary Neith and buried your face in her fur. It surrounded your entire face and felt comforting.