NEPHELE
Nephele tries to reign in her anger, the heat of it unfamiliar in her veins. She is on edge, and she knows it, but she can't seem to control the spiral of her thoughts. Taking a few deep, measured breaths, the Fae closes her eyes and tries to reach for memories of Jiao and their conversation beneath the stars. There are good humans out there. We have to give them a chance, let them prove themselves one way or the other. The thought does little to calm her, though she does clench her jaw until the tension releases slightly from her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," she manages to say, though her words are stiff enough that the truth is clearly struggling to exist on her tongue. One brow crooks at the admittance that the woman is apparently half-god, not that it really means much to someone like Nephele who values science over faith. But her hands still shake and her wings still hum with a low, frantic energy that she can't shake.
"Being born here might lend you credence, but it's hard to see you here, wingless and human even if only partially. The humans have harmed our woods grievously, and it's...not easy for me to get past instinctive responses." It's the closest to an explanation she can give, though her proudly tilted head and sharp eyes disclose how reluctantly she admits these truths. That the only apology Delphia will receive is the one she has already been granted. But she can at least extend a small olive branch, and tilts her head slightly in acquiescence of the woman's apparent claim to the land - not that the woods can really be claimed, but it's the thought that counts. "I'm Nephele." Family names don't mean much to her, so she doesn't bother to share it.
"I'm sorry," she manages to say, though her words are stiff enough that the truth is clearly struggling to exist on her tongue. One brow crooks at the admittance that the woman is apparently half-god, not that it really means much to someone like Nephele who values science over faith. But her hands still shake and her wings still hum with a low, frantic energy that she can't shake.
"Being born here might lend you credence, but it's hard to see you here, wingless and human even if only partially. The humans have harmed our woods grievously, and it's...not easy for me to get past instinctive responses." It's the closest to an explanation she can give, though her proudly tilted head and sharp eyes disclose how reluctantly she admits these truths. That the only apology Delphia will receive is the one she has already been granted. But she can at least extend a small olive branch, and tilts her head slightly in acquiescence of the woman's apparent claim to the land - not that the woods can really be claimed, but it's the thought that counts. "I'm Nephele." Family names don't mean much to her, so she doesn't bother to share it.
you don't see us, and so we are everywhere
and we will rise up
as red as the dawn
