NEPHELE
The borders are open, and just in time for the Grounders festivities it seems. Nephele has not left the Greatwood since the Blight was defeated, since the Mathair was killed. So much has changed, but even now her curiosity remains intact. She recalls the good ones she had met, their kindness. Her hatred may boil at times, but Flowerbirth is for new beginnings. Perhaps that is exactly what they all need.
Nephele is surprised to see another Fae in attendance as she curiously flies above the gathered people. They are peculiarly placed in a circle, like a human mushroom ring. Curiosity piqued, Neph lowers herself to the ground, blinking at the humans and her singular brethren. Unsure of what this is but willing to give it a try, she flitters her wings and sits with a curious, birdlike tilt to her head as she examines the faces around her.
Nephele is surprised to see another Fae in attendance as she curiously flies above the gathered people. They are peculiarly placed in a circle, like a human mushroom ring. Curiosity piqued, Neph lowers herself to the ground, blinking at the humans and her singular brethren. Unsure of what this is but willing to give it a try, she flitters her wings and sits with a curious, birdlike tilt to her head as she examines the faces around her.
and I stood there waiting
even as the first drop fell
wondering why the water burned
