I suppose to them
it's a terrifying thought
it's a terrifying thought
Ah, yes. The eternal struggle for wingless creatures to look up. Nephele is always amused by the tilt and twist of frantic heads until their eyes alight upon her form high above them, but the meanness to the humor has faded over time. For the best, if her goals are to be achieved tonight or any other night. Jyoti is given a soft hello in the Fae language, unable to mimic the crooning noise that had alerted the flax-crowned wraith beneath her branch.
One leg crosses over the other as she shifts to curl her arms around her knees, peering down at Amalia from her perch. The woman's inquiry is not wholly unexpected, if disappointing. Most have learned not to be so crude in their inquiries after the various clashes between their races. "I only know what exists in tales and songs. Our home is not afflicted with the monsters the Spark Bird chases away for you." Though Nephele would have loved to offer information if only in an attempt to endear herself to the woman, if she is who Nephele suspects she may be. "Are you Amalia Chandrakant? I have been searching for one by that name."
One leg crosses over the other as she shifts to curl her arms around her knees, peering down at Amalia from her perch. The woman's inquiry is not wholly unexpected, if disappointing. Most have learned not to be so crude in their inquiries after the various clashes between their races. "I only know what exists in tales and songs. Our home is not afflicted with the monsters the Spark Bird chases away for you." Though Nephele would have loved to offer information if only in an attempt to endear herself to the woman, if she is who Nephele suspects she may be. "Are you Amalia Chandrakant? I have been searching for one by that name."
that red riding hood knew exactly what she was doing
when she let the wild in
when she let the wild in
