NEPHELE
For all her exploration and dissection of the Hollowed Grounds, Nephele often returns to the Glade when she cannot justify flying all the way back to the Village. It is the one spot in the Grounds that is flourishing with life against all odds, soil quality and flora blooming where everything else wilts. It is aesthetically pleasing as well - beautiful, if she is feeling poetic - and though no competition to her when compared to the Greatwood, it reminds her enough of home to let her relax and overnight there.
She is walking for once, if only to keep the muscles in fit shape. Her wings splay out behind her, glinting silver and copper in the dappled sunlight that passes through the leaves overhead. In this manner it is almost inevitable that she runs into another individual, clearly intent on...something. Nephele isn't quite certain. Though she's no socialite on a normal day, her past experiences with the Grounders have been wholly pleasant, and it spurs her to try and recreate that outcome in the scientific way she always embodies. "Greetings," she calls out in her lilted voice, wings opening and closing slowly upon her back in a distinct sunning pattern.
She is walking for once, if only to keep the muscles in fit shape. Her wings splay out behind her, glinting silver and copper in the dappled sunlight that passes through the leaves overhead. In this manner it is almost inevitable that she runs into another individual, clearly intent on...something. Nephele isn't quite certain. Though she's no socialite on a normal day, her past experiences with the Grounders have been wholly pleasant, and it spurs her to try and recreate that outcome in the scientific way she always embodies. "Greetings," she calls out in her lilted voice, wings opening and closing slowly upon her back in a distinct sunning pattern.
and I stood there waiting
even as the first drop fell
wondering why the water burned
