The shepherds had been on Mono's tale for a while. They followed traces of her footsteps and sounds, but the forest often shifted under their feet like a rolling serpent. Making it much harder to keep up with the queen, but eventually, as the shepherd of the thought picked up a feminine voice, the trio followed that trail until eventually their paths crossed with the queen.
"Who are you?" She asked, raising her left eyebrow.
However, visibly concerned, the shepherds looked behind her and even surveyed the surroundings, trying to find the man after whom Mono had gone.
"Did you find him?" Asked the only woman in their group
The shepherd of the sword–her eyes lingered on Mono with a gleam of suspicion. Her footprints were accompanied by a man's since a few hours ago. But now, out of nowhere, she'd appeared in front of them, and that too all alone.
