NEPHELE
Nephele gracefully nods her assent, reluctant to part their hands but quieting the urge for skinship and sisterhood that gnaws at her lonely insides. There is no time for it, not when her course has been so firmly altered to the path of vengeance. She is merely a spearhead for her people, an explosive bomb not meant to be walked away from. Getting attached is not in the cards when her own death is inevitable.
"If you can guide me to them, I will begin the hunt. Any ally will be added strength to our cause. In this way, we may have to concede that the humans should be our equals. Concessions must be made, and they are a loyal, foolish bunch." If Nephele can inspire loyalty in them for the Fae...perhaps it will be beneficial.
"If you can guide me to them, I will begin the hunt. Any ally will be added strength to our cause. In this way, we may have to concede that the humans should be our equals. Concessions must be made, and they are a loyal, foolish bunch." If Nephele can inspire loyalty in them for the Fae...perhaps it will be beneficial.
Someone is learning the colors
of all your moods
of all your moods
