NEPHELE
"However I can help," she laughs softly as the words tumble free of her mouth, both sincere and teasing. Nephele has spent most of her years buried in tomes and toiling away at old manuscripts. Words, if nothing else, are her specialty. Though she is certainly not the softest or fairest of voice and temperament in their Village, at least she can be Alina's buffer in that manner.
"There is little the forest does not provide," she agrees with the same deep, warm pride that always suffuses her vocals when speaking of their home. "But it is the meaning of the act, not the items themselves, that will help us win their hearts. And their hearts are the key to their swords." That, at least, Nephele is sure of after seasons of exploring the Grounds. Humans are emotional creatures, and she is not so kind as to ignore that particular advantage. "They are like wolves, ready to kill and die for their pack. We must simply be the changeling in their dens." Her lips stretch into a dark, amused smirk. 'Changeling' had been used so negatively in the past, before the Fae had been cut off from the world. It is meant quite literally now, and Nephele has just the person in mind for that particular role of endearing the Fae to the humans.
Her hand lifts to lay overtop Alina's on her shoulder, tilting her head to rest her cheek upon the layered palms as if to take strength from the touch alone. Yes, this is the road she was meant to walk. No matter how agonizing the path that had taken her to this point. "Together. I will be with you every moment of the journey, and our people will rally behind you. Of that I am sure." The highest possible praise she can offer. Delah's unification of their Village will surely be a pale comparison to what the two of them will achieve.
"There is little the forest does not provide," she agrees with the same deep, warm pride that always suffuses her vocals when speaking of their home. "But it is the meaning of the act, not the items themselves, that will help us win their hearts. And their hearts are the key to their swords." That, at least, Nephele is sure of after seasons of exploring the Grounds. Humans are emotional creatures, and she is not so kind as to ignore that particular advantage. "They are like wolves, ready to kill and die for their pack. We must simply be the changeling in their dens." Her lips stretch into a dark, amused smirk. 'Changeling' had been used so negatively in the past, before the Fae had been cut off from the world. It is meant quite literally now, and Nephele has just the person in mind for that particular role of endearing the Fae to the humans.
Her hand lifts to lay overtop Alina's on her shoulder, tilting her head to rest her cheek upon the layered palms as if to take strength from the touch alone. Yes, this is the road she was meant to walk. No matter how agonizing the path that had taken her to this point. "Together. I will be with you every moment of the journey, and our people will rally behind you. Of that I am sure." The highest possible praise she can offer. Delah's unification of their Village will surely be a pale comparison to what the two of them will achieve.
Someone is learning the colors
of all your moods
of all your moods
