Nephele
Fiat Lux had not scared away Nephele, though she finds herself in her ancestral home once more after its events. The drama of the Hollowed Grounds cannot touch her as effectively here, and it settles her mind. Though there is no love lost between the humans and the Fae, the death of children - the senseless slaughter of any kind regardless of age, truly - will never leave her with more than an ashen taste in her mouth. But in the end, it is their territory. Their fight. Just as the circle of life claims young, old, and sickly alike. It is magically enhanced and with a touch of the Gods meddling with the erection of the barrier, but the theory remains the same. As a biologist, it makes sense to her. Grief does not strike her quite the same way, especially when her empathy is already restricted towards humans.The appearance of one said human is like fate, and Nephele huffs softly as she immediately changes course. Simultaneously curious and suspicious of the boy's presence. She doesn't bother to announce her arrival, only her soft hush of wingbeats a warning if his ears are keen enough. She lands upon a branch over him, peering down with arms crossed and face impassive. "What brings you here Grounder?" No point in niceties until he has earned them.
I ache in a language so old
even the earth no longer remembers
