Nephele
Nephele smirks to herself as the pale-haired Grounder looks frantically for who has spoken, eyes never landing upon where she stands above him on the branch. It's like watching a half-blind cub search around for a predator, helpless and naive. Tapping her foot upon the branch to let a few leaves drift down upon him, she gives a soft snort of a laugh. "Do all Grounders never look above their chests? What a dreary existence." Is it because they are not capable of flight, that they never bother to look up?At least he is honest about his intentions, not that it wins him many favors in Nephele's historically biased book. "Are you aware of what is and is not poisonous in the Greatwood?" Not spoken out of concern for him, but a curiosity. Have they acquired and dispersed information about the Greatwood in the Grounds? Perhaps similarly to how she has explored the Grounds to record her own data?
I ache in a language so old
even the earth no longer remembers
