NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
She tilts her fire-haloed head at him curiously as he compliments her. Neph can never be sure of the sincerity of these wingless people, whose tongues curl around lies as easily as a vixen does around her mewling kits. A fitting analogy for the foxman. But still she nods in acceptance of it, perhaps the shade of a flitting smile appearing on her face for him. "Thank you," she says, the weight of her sincerity, her own truthfulness, a crushing thing. No word, no sentence, no speech is ever spoken lightly for her kind. There is no escape from the honesty that binds them, and there is no need for a sly and guilded tongue here.
Not yet.
She is admittedly taken off guard by his immediate secondary compliment, cheeks flushing at the forthrightness this man seems to have no trouble wielding. He is...intriguing. Nephele drifts closer, under the pretense of viewing his freshly planted rose, but is more akin to a too-bold cub creeping closer to an unknown object. "From those I saw as I flew, yes. They are unmistakable in their taint." It is not spat the way she wants, because the maiden can't fault them for being victims, much like her own twin was. "Thank you. But there's no better time for bravery than now, don't you think? With Vi's help within our grasp." Surely he feels the same? Or perhaps he does not find comfort in the knowledge of Mort shepherding his soul into a realm of peace. Nephele is not afraid of death, clinical and scientific as she is. Perhaps it's easier to be brave that way.
Arduinna's name surprises her, though she knows her like a distant ghost. Her place had always been in the Village, if only for the collection of knowledge found there that she so desperately thirsted after. "Are you her...consort?" Nephele fumbles over her word choice, brow pinching in confusion. Surely Arduinna wouldn't take a ward that was of an adult age for his race. And Neph didn't think Arduinna had a religion of sorts for Ianto to be a follower of. So perhaps he was her bedfellow?
At least they both had good taste. Both were quite beautiful in her eyes.
"Arduinna is very wise. And Rae is a powerful deity. Nature is always reborn, even after fire, drought, and destruction. It's good to trust in her words," she speaks with a smile, warmer than previous. If Arduinna finds him to be trustworthy, enough to comfort him with her words, then he is surely worthy of her tentative interest. Friendship, if she were hopeful.
Not yet.
She is admittedly taken off guard by his immediate secondary compliment, cheeks flushing at the forthrightness this man seems to have no trouble wielding. He is...intriguing. Nephele drifts closer, under the pretense of viewing his freshly planted rose, but is more akin to a too-bold cub creeping closer to an unknown object. "From those I saw as I flew, yes. They are unmistakable in their taint." It is not spat the way she wants, because the maiden can't fault them for being victims, much like her own twin was. "Thank you. But there's no better time for bravery than now, don't you think? With Vi's help within our grasp." Surely he feels the same? Or perhaps he does not find comfort in the knowledge of Mort shepherding his soul into a realm of peace. Nephele is not afraid of death, clinical and scientific as she is. Perhaps it's easier to be brave that way.
Arduinna's name surprises her, though she knows her like a distant ghost. Her place had always been in the Village, if only for the collection of knowledge found there that she so desperately thirsted after. "Are you her...consort?" Nephele fumbles over her word choice, brow pinching in confusion. Surely Arduinna wouldn't take a ward that was of an adult age for his race. And Neph didn't think Arduinna had a religion of sorts for Ianto to be a follower of. So perhaps he was her bedfellow?
At least they both had good taste. Both were quite beautiful in her eyes.
"Arduinna is very wise. And Rae is a powerful deity. Nature is always reborn, even after fire, drought, and destruction. It's good to trust in her words," she speaks with a smile, warmer than previous. If Arduinna finds him to be trustworthy, enough to comfort him with her words, then he is surely worthy of her tentative interest. Friendship, if she were hopeful.
