The smile that blossoms on Juniper’s face is beautiful, and any worries Nephele had regarding the woman’s safety is washed away in light of seeing her hale and while before her. Nephele is not seen as a very warm individual, but she has a large soft spot for the younger Fae, and as such her own smile is soft and inviting as she steps closer with a flutter of wings that carry her over the floor. “No need for fear, Juniper. I’ve been safe in my travels. I’m glad to be home, and to see you doing so well.” Both physically and in her role as an ambassador.
She is led easily to the meeting room, appraising with bright hazel eyes and an appreciative set to her mouth. Nephele folds gracefully into her chosen seat, Juniper awarded her full attention as she speaks. “Attending to my mission for Ludo. Lately I was looking for the Mathair’s spirit, exploring the Wilds in search of her. I returned when I heard news that others intended to join the search, to lend what little I’ve managed to discover. If I had known you would be left alone...” her face pinches, darkness gathering over it. Nephele is a vindictive sort, and she is unreservedly angry at the circumstances that had led Juniper to being thrust into such a position unexpectedly. Reaching out, she gently lays her hand overtop Juniper’s, seeking out the younger Fae’s eyes. “I did not mean to abandon you, but you have exceeded all my expectations. As I always knew you would.” She’d had faith in spades ever since they’d met formally in Juniper’s house. Nephele’s instincts are scarcely wrong, and she’d chosen well with the ambitious young woman. “I’d like to hear more of what you’ve achieved.”
She is led easily to the meeting room, appraising with bright hazel eyes and an appreciative set to her mouth. Nephele folds gracefully into her chosen seat, Juniper awarded her full attention as she speaks. “Attending to my mission for Ludo. Lately I was looking for the Mathair’s spirit, exploring the Wilds in search of her. I returned when I heard news that others intended to join the search, to lend what little I’ve managed to discover. If I had known you would be left alone...” her face pinches, darkness gathering over it. Nephele is a vindictive sort, and she is unreservedly angry at the circumstances that had led Juniper to being thrust into such a position unexpectedly. Reaching out, she gently lays her hand overtop Juniper’s, seeking out the younger Fae’s eyes. “I did not mean to abandon you, but you have exceeded all my expectations. As I always knew you would.” She’d had faith in spades ever since they’d met formally in Juniper’s house. Nephele’s instincts are scarcely wrong, and she’d chosen well with the ambitious young woman. “I’d like to hear more of what you’ve achieved.”
Your goodness must have some edge to it -- else it is none
