Nephele
The niceties are unexpected, and Nephele can't quite mimic them with how her tongue rebels at the lack of truth. It is at least turning out to be a mildly pleasant encounter however, so there's not much for her to complain about. Instead her wingtips flutter together in a small sound, and she nods her head - a little uncomfortably - in imitation of the other Grounders she has spoken to. Hopefully one of the two motions will register with Nikki and let her know that Nephele is attempting to return the sentiment. Though she's sure they are of equal intellect, sometimes Nephele feels like she's trying to communicate with an entirely different nonverbal species. Or maybe she's just weird herself. Both are likely. A slight smile comes forth at the free-flowing words that praise their ceremony. "Yes, there is safety and comfort in sunlight, which is why we strive so hard to please the land and the Gods to let it linger." Though ironically despite having grown up revering it, it's not her favorite season. What she isn't expecting is a gift however, and the Fae falters as she stares wide-eyed down at the flower. It's a beautiful specimen, and for a moment she shuts down that scientific part of her mind to simply appreciate the act of being given a present, no matter how small. Slowly she takes the bloom in delicate fingers, weaving it expertly into her hair behind her ear. Then she smiles, tentative but brighter than anything she has given Nikki so far. "Thank you." And, reluctant to leave the girl with nothing, she reaches into her own bag to withdraw a small fruit, similar to a peach. It doesn't grow anywhere in the Grounds, though whether that's due to its preferred climate or just the generally terrible soil is to be soon. She offers it silently, hoping the trade will suffice.
a mind full of wild forests
and eyes that await adventure
