NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
Though it's not her relationship to voyeur upon, Nephele snorts inelegantly all the same at Remi's childlike repetition in compliment of his husband. Shameless to have been caught listening even halfheartedly, the Meadowhawk brushes her hands off on her leggings and straightens, surveying the flowers on last time as Ronin's words filter in somewhere in the back of her mind. Nodding in satisfaction to herself, the Fae turns and tunes back in only to twist her face up in distaste at the mention of sand.
"Horrible stuff, sand. I'll leave the maneuvering to those with longer legs," she comments dryly, and flits over to begin stacking them as they're dropped into place by Remi. Flying while holding the bags sounds like a back ache waiting to happen.
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Neph stacks bags!
"Horrible stuff, sand. I'll leave the maneuvering to those with longer legs," she comments dryly, and flits over to begin stacking them as they're dropped into place by Remi. Flying while holding the bags sounds like a back ache waiting to happen.
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Neph stacks bags!
