NEPHELE
A flitting, sardonic smile twists at her lips at Alina's grimace. Something understanding in the shadow of the dimple that appears at her cheek. "I think that is a good compromise. I would be happy to handle negotiations when needed, as well." Hoping the deference in her tone and the twinkle of amusement in her eyes will keep Alina from feeling as if Nephele is encroaching on her territory. Nephele has no desire to lead, to rule. But if Alina dislikes speaking with the humans, at least she can ease that burden away. "The Branches would be suitable, and would encourage trade beyond the Wishing Wagon as well." There is little the forest does not provide them, but the engineer in her heart that has now been abandoned yearns for more. For magic and human ingenuity. And of course, their own willingness to trade is merely a step in the right direction of endearing them to the humans.
Not wanting to assume that "champion" means anything official, Nephele merely tilts her head in deference, trusting that Alina - with her stricter requirements and fierce disposition - will find suitable candidates for their new ruling class. "I trust you will share our goal as you see fit." To ensure that only those just as willing to destroy the Ascended join their ranks.
Not wanting to assume that "champion" means anything official, Nephele merely tilts her head in deference, trusting that Alina - with her stricter requirements and fierce disposition - will find suitable candidates for their new ruling class. "I trust you will share our goal as you see fit." To ensure that only those just as willing to destroy the Ascended join their ranks.
Someone is learning the colors
of all your moods
of all your moods
