NEPHELE
The other Fae's presence is unmistakable, and a part of Nephele relaxes the tight grip on her insides as the warrior scouts the area first. She has yet to meet Alina intimately, and while she wouldn't question Ludo's choice, it's comforting to see that already she is proving herself to be a careful and protective type. Perhaps she will be more fitting in replacing Delah than Nephele was prepared for. It makes it all the easier to ignore the challenging aspect of the woman's voice as it rings clear and unimpeded in the air between them. Breast alight with mixed sensations of appreciative warmth and grieving chill at the title attached to the inquiry. But she is doing this to make Eriadne proud. There is nothing to lose and so much to gain.
"I did," she assures, voice clear and bell-like as her copper tinged wings flutter at her spine. The protectiveness - vague, not centered around Nephele as a person but appreciated all the same - is settled with a small gesture of her hand as she flies closer. Visage still solemn and darkened, Ludo's rags drifting about her form. "Delah is dead," she starts with, if only because it is the most important piece of information. "Ludo itself has told me. Our people are scattered, frightened. Many lay dead at the hands of the Ascended." Her hands shake with rage, the grey light above glinting off the weapons around her wrists. "We have one chance, in the wake of our chief's demise, to fix things. Ludo has named you as the best successor." Hazel gaze bright and piercing, letting the axe fall immediately. There is no time to coddle or mince words, not when they have much to speak about.
"I did," she assures, voice clear and bell-like as her copper tinged wings flutter at her spine. The protectiveness - vague, not centered around Nephele as a person but appreciated all the same - is settled with a small gesture of her hand as she flies closer. Visage still solemn and darkened, Ludo's rags drifting about her form. "Delah is dead," she starts with, if only because it is the most important piece of information. "Ludo itself has told me. Our people are scattered, frightened. Many lay dead at the hands of the Ascended." Her hands shake with rage, the grey light above glinting off the weapons around her wrists. "We have one chance, in the wake of our chief's demise, to fix things. Ludo has named you as the best successor." Hazel gaze bright and piercing, letting the axe fall immediately. There is no time to coddle or mince words, not when they have much to speak about.
Someone is learning the colors
of all your moods
of all your moods
