Nephele
the world will not be destroyed
by those who do evil
by those who do evil
“Noble pursuits. I am a scholar myself. What is it you seek to learn?” Or was he combining the act of pursuit of knowledge with the act of adventuring, letting it come to him naturally? For Nephele the two were not compatible, but she was a scholar of a different breed. Single-minded and intent.
Nephele admires the moose for a moment, majestic in its massive presence, as she watches with bated breath as the branch is supported on powerful shoulders and antlers. Uncertain whether she worries more for the branch or the creature at Noah’s bidding. Still, all ends up well, and Nephele’s smile is genuine - and rare at that - as she descends through the remaining branches to settle with a whisper of feet on grass at Noah’s side. One arm rises to direct towards the main path, remaining for now in the transient, ever-shifting nature of the woods. “I have a small shelter I made nearby to cut it into manageable pieces without carrying it all the way to the Village.” Lifting back off her feet with a hum of gleaming copper wings, she drifts closer to Noah, closer than before with a sense of camaraderie besting newly in her breast.
Winding the rope so the moose wouldn’t trip on it, she loops it over the branch as they begin to walk. “Do you follow a certain herald?” Nephele is not usually the type for small talk but with the nature of their meeting and the distance yet to cover, it’s a better alternative than silence.
Nephele admires the moose for a moment, majestic in its massive presence, as she watches with bated breath as the branch is supported on powerful shoulders and antlers. Uncertain whether she worries more for the branch or the creature at Noah’s bidding. Still, all ends up well, and Nephele’s smile is genuine - and rare at that - as she descends through the remaining branches to settle with a whisper of feet on grass at Noah’s side. One arm rises to direct towards the main path, remaining for now in the transient, ever-shifting nature of the woods. “I have a small shelter I made nearby to cut it into manageable pieces without carrying it all the way to the Village.” Lifting back off her feet with a hum of gleaming copper wings, she drifts closer to Noah, closer than before with a sense of camaraderie besting newly in her breast.
Winding the rope so the moose wouldn’t trip on it, she loops it over the branch as they begin to walk. “Do you follow a certain herald?” Nephele is not usually the type for small talk but with the nature of their meeting and the distance yet to cover, it’s a better alternative than silence.
but by those who watch
without doing anything
without doing anything
