NEPHELE
Nephele is probably too fearless sometimes. When the sun goes dark and the monsters prowl outside the Greatwood, terrorizing the humans there, she remains safe and protected within the confines of the forest. Though she is curious about the humans, and has had a few positive experiences with them, as a whole they are still the bane of her kind. Stupid, short-lived, short-sighted. Everything is so ephemeral to them, and none of them have the mind or motivation to preserve things long-term. All they care about is the now. Nephele hates that, can't help but recall the scorched earth beneath her feet, the ash staining her hands and dress as she planted Vi's rose.
Had they not destroyed enough already?
Tempting fate is not something Neph does lightly, but her wings are a quiet displacement of noise in the silence of the woods around her. She does not approach the border directly, skimming alongside the inner curve of the trees, hazel eyes staring out into the blank darkness as if it would suddenly unveil all the secrets of LongNight for her.
No, instead her gaze finds a woman. Barely more than a shade in the oppressive darkness, only thrown into relief by the glow of a few fireflies. At first she thinks it's one of her own, and descends from the boughs, feet landing lightly on peat and moss. "Hello," she calls idly in their archaic woodland language as she approaches, the darkness concealing the lack of wings that would have prompted a far different response. At least until she approaches further, stopping dead and expression twisting into a dark, distrusting expression. "What are you doing here?" Her voice is low and hard, suspicious. Delah had allowed entry into the Greatwood, but she was sure the warrior would not have allowed them safe passage during LongNight. They could face their sins elsewhere.
Had they not destroyed enough already?
Tempting fate is not something Neph does lightly, but her wings are a quiet displacement of noise in the silence of the woods around her. She does not approach the border directly, skimming alongside the inner curve of the trees, hazel eyes staring out into the blank darkness as if it would suddenly unveil all the secrets of LongNight for her.
No, instead her gaze finds a woman. Barely more than a shade in the oppressive darkness, only thrown into relief by the glow of a few fireflies. At first she thinks it's one of her own, and descends from the boughs, feet landing lightly on peat and moss. "Hello," she calls idly in their archaic woodland language as she approaches, the darkness concealing the lack of wings that would have prompted a far different response. At least until she approaches further, stopping dead and expression twisting into a dark, distrusting expression. "What are you doing here?" Her voice is low and hard, suspicious. Delah had allowed entry into the Greatwood, but she was sure the warrior would not have allowed them safe passage during LongNight. They could face their sins elsewhere.
you don't see us, and so we are everywhere
and we will rise up
as red as the dawn
