you will always be a monster
there is no turning back from it
there is no turning back from it
Like a doll wrapped in some macabre mockery of play garments, she waits preternaturally still upon the lowest branch of the tree that straddles the pathway into Ludo’s Woods. It has grown more pronounced of late with the presence of outsiders whose feet crush and trod upon that which the Fae do not. Letter sent and all other tasks completed, there is little more she can do but wait.
Consider herself, perhaps, and what has brought her here. Introspection however is dull to the scientist. Nephele knows precisely what has led to her tying her shadow to Ludo’s, darkening her blade with Ascended fluid that could never conceive of being blood. Instead, she tests different words on her tongue; she had promised Ludo to try and be pleasant with Remi after all, which is asking quite a lot from a Fae in the first place, and even more from one who is caustic and blunt even beyond her race’s norms.
Sparing a prayer for her patron, she lets her leg swing over the edge of the branch, swaying slightly with the rock of her heel back and forth. Awaiting Ludo’s chosen in its own territory.
Consider herself, perhaps, and what has brought her here. Introspection however is dull to the scientist. Nephele knows precisely what has led to her tying her shadow to Ludo’s, darkening her blade with Ascended fluid that could never conceive of being blood. Instead, she tests different words on her tongue; she had promised Ludo to try and be pleasant with Remi after all, which is asking quite a lot from a Fae in the first place, and even more from one who is caustic and blunt even beyond her race’s norms.
Sparing a prayer for her patron, she lets her leg swing over the edge of the branch, swaying slightly with the rock of her heel back and forth. Awaiting Ludo’s chosen in its own territory.
but what type of monster you become
is entirely up to you
is entirely up to you
