NEPHELE
Nephele had struggled to find a proper offering for the goddess in the days leading up to the agreed upon time with Ronin. She hasn’t exactly intended to become a follower of Ludo - in fact she had insulted the God to its face, hateful and arrogant, the moment it had appeared. Not exactly the angle Nephele was going for this time with Safrin.
Jiao had spoken lovingly of the herald, and perhaps it is the seamstress’ memory that eventually inspired her, but it led to a delicate veil made of hand spun lace, pure as the white light of the moon and stars. Nephele is not the most feminine of creatures, but she does appreciate beauty in all forms, especially women. She’s merely chosen what she thought would look pleasing and appropriate.
Ronin towers even from afar as she approaches at a low easy hover, bare feet grazing the grass before she settles onto her heels. Unwilling to dirty the veil by draping it over the statues or the ground, she holds it slightly away from herself. “Thank you for agreeing to come.” She’s aware he’d likely done it because Remi asked him to and nothing more, but the assistance was appreciated. Turning hawk-gold eyes to the darkening hues of dusk overhead, Nephele takes a slow inhale to bolster herself. “Safrin, if we may have a moment of your time?”
Jiao had spoken lovingly of the herald, and perhaps it is the seamstress’ memory that eventually inspired her, but it led to a delicate veil made of hand spun lace, pure as the white light of the moon and stars. Nephele is not the most feminine of creatures, but she does appreciate beauty in all forms, especially women. She’s merely chosen what she thought would look pleasing and appropriate.
Ronin towers even from afar as she approaches at a low easy hover, bare feet grazing the grass before she settles onto her heels. Unwilling to dirty the veil by draping it over the statues or the ground, she holds it slightly away from herself. “Thank you for agreeing to come.” She’s aware he’d likely done it because Remi asked him to and nothing more, but the assistance was appreciated. Turning hawk-gold eyes to the darkening hues of dusk overhead, Nephele takes a slow inhale to bolster herself. “Safrin, if we may have a moment of your time?”
you don't see us, and so we are everywhere
and we will rise up
as red as the dawn
