NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
Nephele's lip pushes out in a pout at the rebuke, though her hazel eyes are still bright with mirth. "I suppose I'll just have to strip for you myself then," she purrs, feeling bold with this beautiful girl promising her wonderful gowns and keeping her company beneath the stars. It's quite romantic, and while Nephele is only so confident when she's the one initiating, she can't help but be glad she found her way here tonight regardless of how flustered she may eventually become.
"I understand. I've met a few good ones, which is...perplexing. But if Safrin says there are good ones, maybe we were wrong?" A frown here, contemplating the idea that perhaps their prejudices were ill-placed. It's scarcely believable, but that's probably to be expected with how long they've lived in isolation, keeping all others at great distance. She still can't help how her skin crawls when she remembers the Blight, the infection that nearly stole her sister and her home. All because of the Ascended, but so easily lumped into a generalized category of humans. Perhaps she's not so ready to forgive yet. "No, I don't think I've met an Ascended yet. And probably a good thing, if they are the source of something as terrible as the Blight."
It's a dark turn to the conversation between them, and one Neph doesn't want to continue. So when Jiao gasps and touches her cheek, dramatic and charming, Nephele laughs and takes the distraction in hand. Lifting one hand slowly, allowing Jiao to lean away if she desires, and reaching to stroke the backs of her fingers across the woman's cheek. An impish smile, a slow caress of her hand, and then she withdraws. "Hmm, nope, still soft! But I can help you keep it that way." And if she'd prefer a relaxing blend of herbs and oils, well, Nephele would deliver on that as well.
"I understand. I've met a few good ones, which is...perplexing. But if Safrin says there are good ones, maybe we were wrong?" A frown here, contemplating the idea that perhaps their prejudices were ill-placed. It's scarcely believable, but that's probably to be expected with how long they've lived in isolation, keeping all others at great distance. She still can't help how her skin crawls when she remembers the Blight, the infection that nearly stole her sister and her home. All because of the Ascended, but so easily lumped into a generalized category of humans. Perhaps she's not so ready to forgive yet. "No, I don't think I've met an Ascended yet. And probably a good thing, if they are the source of something as terrible as the Blight."
It's a dark turn to the conversation between them, and one Neph doesn't want to continue. So when Jiao gasps and touches her cheek, dramatic and charming, Nephele laughs and takes the distraction in hand. Lifting one hand slowly, allowing Jiao to lean away if she desires, and reaching to stroke the backs of her fingers across the woman's cheek. An impish smile, a slow caress of her hand, and then she withdraws. "Hmm, nope, still soft! But I can help you keep it that way." And if she'd prefer a relaxing blend of herbs and oils, well, Nephele would deliver on that as well.
