NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
Dark lashes flutter on pale cheeks, and Nephele braces her hands on her hips as she leans over the beautiful woman, lips curled in a mischievous smile as consciousness pulls Jiao from her dreams. Dark eyes open, and then open wider. Neph peers down at the other Fae, curtain of copper locks blocking out all but the face of the one laying beneath her, and greatly enjoying the disoriented, sleep-slow surprise that her words inspire. She hops back on nimble feet, wings fluttering in a hum that underlines her bubbling laughter as the dark-haired maiden sits up swiftly, adjusting her dress and stuttering out a response. Her voice is fair and lovely, and Nephele drifts closer, alighting on the balls of her feet for a moment before deciding to sink down and join Jiao on the floor of the observatory. Crosses her legs and leans into Jiao's space, flexible and sinuous, intrigued by this girl before her.
"Darn, you stole my opportunity to ask if you wanted to huddle for warmth," she says sweetly, coyly. Laughter curls under her tone, clearly teasing, but her hazel eyes are appraising and her cheeks perhaps a tad pink. Jiao is not the only one taken in by the beauty of the woman before her. Humming at the silent offer to make way for Nephele to pray, the Fae hums and tilts her head up to gaze at the distant stars for a moment. Then she cuts her gaze back to Jiao, biting her lip and smiling perhaps a tad shyly.
"Not tonight." Nephele was not the most faithful of the Fae, either because of her scientific proclivities or because she had never really been raised to pray 'officially'. It was more of an individual act for her. Plus, Jiao was far more interesting and appealing than religious inclinations. One leg unfurls from where she sits, stretching out boldly to barely graze past the other woman's closest leg. "Say, what's your name? I'm Nephele," she breathes, enamored by the colorful decoration the woman wears, the easily flustered countenance. Her eyes gleam with interest, with the desire to poke and prod and dissect, to see what other delightful reactions she can cause.
"Darn, you stole my opportunity to ask if you wanted to huddle for warmth," she says sweetly, coyly. Laughter curls under her tone, clearly teasing, but her hazel eyes are appraising and her cheeks perhaps a tad pink. Jiao is not the only one taken in by the beauty of the woman before her. Humming at the silent offer to make way for Nephele to pray, the Fae hums and tilts her head up to gaze at the distant stars for a moment. Then she cuts her gaze back to Jiao, biting her lip and smiling perhaps a tad shyly.
"Not tonight." Nephele was not the most faithful of the Fae, either because of her scientific proclivities or because she had never really been raised to pray 'officially'. It was more of an individual act for her. Plus, Jiao was far more interesting and appealing than religious inclinations. One leg unfurls from where she sits, stretching out boldly to barely graze past the other woman's closest leg. "Say, what's your name? I'm Nephele," she breathes, enamored by the colorful decoration the woman wears, the easily flustered countenance. Her eyes gleam with interest, with the desire to poke and prod and dissect, to see what other delightful reactions she can cause.
