The Tainted Grounds

NEPHELE

The woman startles, posture tense and motions swift. Nephele freezes as soon as the lack of wings registers, her face twisted in a subtle snarl, unsure where this meeting is going to go. They stand at a tense impasse for a moment, Nephele's wings flicking like an angry cat's tail. Not quite nervous, but unsettled. On edge.

And then the woman speaks, in her language. Nephele bares her teeth in a snarl, making an aborted motion with her hand as she takes a bold step forward. "Don't you dare speak to me in that tongue," she hisses, feeling the burn of emotion like a fire in her breast. Who had dared to teach their language to this wingless child? An intruder in their forest, in their life? Playing at being one of the Fae? It's a grievous insult.

"Then they can lead you back out," she states firmly, forcing herself to calm even as her hands shake with ill-concealed emotion. It's not unlike her, passionate in her emoting as she is, but Neph wishes she had Eriadne's sense of control and composure. Already her nerves are frayed from the Blight, from her sister's entrapment, from LongNight. This isn't something she wants to handle on top of it all.

you don't see us, and so we are everywhere

and we will rise up

as red as the dawn

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