NEPHELE
"Precisely," she agrees simply. Though she's somewhere in the middle of the range when it comes to how she feels towards humans, Nephele sees no point in curbing Alina's opinion in any way. Happy to be the advocate for that particular portion of the ruling cabinet, whoever Alina ends up choosing.
The touch on her shoulder redirects her focus, sharp hazel eyes locked with Alina's, committing every name to memory with the fervency she had once displayed over ancient tomes. "Consider it done," she vows, quiet but firm. "We will need some sort of headquarters, a place for our people and any outsiders to find you for political problems. Nothing in the Village currently suffices." Delah had never created one, but then again she'd been even more stalwart about locking down the Greatwood against outsiders. "And if you have ideas for those you'd seek to promote beneath you, we must contact them swiftly."
The touch on her shoulder redirects her focus, sharp hazel eyes locked with Alina's, committing every name to memory with the fervency she had once displayed over ancient tomes. "Consider it done," she vows, quiet but firm. "We will need some sort of headquarters, a place for our people and any outsiders to find you for political problems. Nothing in the Village currently suffices." Delah had never created one, but then again she'd been even more stalwart about locking down the Greatwood against outsiders. "And if you have ideas for those you'd seek to promote beneath you, we must contact them swiftly."
Someone is learning the colors
of all your moods
of all your moods
