Nephele
Nephele is not expecting company, though as she lays boneless and content beneath the golden rays like a sunning cat, she's far more inclined to socialize with a Grounder than normal. Hazel eyes peek open, indolent and incredulous as she turns onto her stomach on the branch when a voice calls up to her. Peering down through the branches, bright hair and a brighter smile meet her from the ground. She is silent for a moment, wings fluttering as she muses over whether to entertain this interloper or not. Finally, she calls back down, one hand propping her chin up as she stares down at the other woman. "I am perfectly content, LongHeat is here after all." LongNight had not affected her in nearly the same way as those in the Hollowed Grounds, but she craves for the season to be long nonetheless, to lengthen their celebrations in the Greatwood into a haze of good humor and happiness. She rolls off the branch without a fear, wings catching the slight breeze easily as she flutters down towards the other redhead. There's no point in touching down on the earth, not when she has been lying still for so long. Hovering stretches out Neph's coiled spinal muscles and lets her make a quick getaway if the Grounder decides to stop being interesting. "Are you gathering flowers for your own seasonal celebrations?" Her head tilts in an intrigued, distinctly birdlike manner. Perhaps the Grounders have their own LongHeat festivals like Fiat Lux had been? If so she would like to hear more of it, record it in her mind to place in her archives later in the Undercroft.
a mind full of wild forests
and eyes that await adventure
