Nephele
Birdlike, Nephele tilts her head and surveys the girl who stares upon her with the sun in her eyes and smile. She is far too happy as far as the Fae woman is concerned, but what does she know? She has met no more than a handful of wingless humans, and their personalities have been distinctly different every time. Perhaps she has had a particularly good day? Still, it makes her somewhat wary, unsure if this is a facade of some sort meant to lower her guard. It is hard to not feel vulnerable sometimes here in the Grounds, even if she has a method of swift escape that they are not capable of. "Our celebration?" The curiosity makes her hum, only vaguely recalling last LongHeat when they had deigned to share their stories with the Grounders, recently arrived as they had been. Ah but first, it's clear introductions need to be made. "My name is Nephele," she answer simply, not bothering with any fluff such as 'nice to meet you' when that has yet to be determined. Deciding this may be a proper time, she settles her feet upon the earth and folds her wings down against her spine. "It's not as convoluted as you may think. The legend is that if someone - or with the the might of many - is capable of capturing the sun and holding it in the sky, the darkness of the approaching Leafchange cannot descend. You can harness it in many ways, but to capture it and keep LongHeat burning bright as long as possible is what we strive to do, and we celebrate the warmth and providence the season brings us." Of course all the Fae are aware of the devastation of a summer gone on too long, of the fires and destruction it could cause, but such things are part of a natural cycle that they themselves belong in.
a mind full of wild forests
and eyes that await adventure
