NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
Twilight grips the world in its embrace, and with its descent comes Nephele. The night is clear and beautiful, snowclouds absent and stars shining brilliantly down upon their Village. The air is still chilled with the promise of worsening weather, but for now the world is a still lake, and she merely a singular vessel traversing its unbroken surface. The sky welcomes her, the soft beat of her wings accompanying her into the night as she lazily circles over the village. Aimless, but too deeply entrenched in her insomnia to get anything done in the sleepless hours that await her.
So she flies higher, to the tree that towers over everyone and everything in their little home. Reaches out and wraps her hands around the prickling needles that embrace her palm as she sways with the tip of the tree, letting the wind dance with them both. Only when she rips her eyes from the heavens and gazes downward does she become aware of the other lost soul seeking harmony from the tree. Nephele releases the bough she is clinging to, lets gravity pull her body down as she jumps, wings only slowing her descent at the last moment to soften the tap of her feet on the landing of the Observatory.
It's a last moment kindness, a mischievous and amused grin coming to her mouth at the view before her. They've never crossed paths before, but their Village is small, and Neph recognizes the woman sprawled out and snoring beneath the starlight. She hops down from the railing, slinking over to the dark-haired Fae on muffled footsteps, wingbeats sporadic as she sneaks up on the sleeping woman. Only then does she lean down as close as she can get, and whispers; "You're going to catch your deeeaaath," voice singsong and teasing. Perhaps it will awaken her, perhaps not. Nephele would not object to the company, the simplicity of a presence at her side no matter what level of consciousness.
So she flies higher, to the tree that towers over everyone and everything in their little home. Reaches out and wraps her hands around the prickling needles that embrace her palm as she sways with the tip of the tree, letting the wind dance with them both. Only when she rips her eyes from the heavens and gazes downward does she become aware of the other lost soul seeking harmony from the tree. Nephele releases the bough she is clinging to, lets gravity pull her body down as she jumps, wings only slowing her descent at the last moment to soften the tap of her feet on the landing of the Observatory.
It's a last moment kindness, a mischievous and amused grin coming to her mouth at the view before her. They've never crossed paths before, but their Village is small, and Neph recognizes the woman sprawled out and snoring beneath the starlight. She hops down from the railing, slinking over to the dark-haired Fae on muffled footsteps, wingbeats sporadic as she sneaks up on the sleeping woman. Only then does she lean down as close as she can get, and whispers; "You're going to catch your deeeaaath," voice singsong and teasing. Perhaps it will awaken her, perhaps not. Nephele would not object to the company, the simplicity of a presence at her side no matter what level of consciousness.
