Nephele
My ruptured lungs, they were left this way
For once I'm out of breath
For once I'm out of breath
The man's apology is readily accepted with a regal tilt of her wildfire crown. "No offense taken, Governor. The meddling of the Gods is no small matter. I will pray for coalescence of your thoughts." Though considering that they are both followers of Ludo, that prayer is admittedly not likely to come to fruition.
It's admittedly a moment of pride, to know that Ludo has not revealed her own hand in these events even to their chosen one. Or perhaps her name already lies within Remi's ears, and he is merely an actor of unparalleled talent. Regardless, it seems she will skate through this meeting undetected, which is not so much a relief as a win in her book. Nephele has found a calm, still mind to be of more benefit to duplicity than nerves and anxiety. "We will offer a reward as well." Simple and to the point. While their wares and flora may not be as much use to the Grounds, surely it will help on the side of Halo. Their earthen powers and persuasions would hold up well in that climate.
"Your aid is not expected nor required," she assures simply, in the half-egotistical manner that all Fae seem to utilize. "Perhaps it will lure the killer, perhaps not. We are firm in our desire to host. As such, you and your people are all welcome." She will ask at a later date if it is allowable to post upon their Notice Boards, to emphasize the stance - and her own brewing, percolating plans as to her requirements for the Ascended to enter - of the Fae on the matter of the celebration. "There is nothing more to share from my people at this time." A tilt of her head towards Morgan here, confirming that at least on her own side, there is nothing she feels needs to be covered in this meeting.
It's admittedly a moment of pride, to know that Ludo has not revealed her own hand in these events even to their chosen one. Or perhaps her name already lies within Remi's ears, and he is merely an actor of unparalleled talent. Regardless, it seems she will skate through this meeting undetected, which is not so much a relief as a win in her book. Nephele has found a calm, still mind to be of more benefit to duplicity than nerves and anxiety. "We will offer a reward as well." Simple and to the point. While their wares and flora may not be as much use to the Grounds, surely it will help on the side of Halo. Their earthen powers and persuasions would hold up well in that climate.
"Your aid is not expected nor required," she assures simply, in the half-egotistical manner that all Fae seem to utilize. "Perhaps it will lure the killer, perhaps not. We are firm in our desire to host. As such, you and your people are all welcome." She will ask at a later date if it is allowable to post upon their Notice Boards, to emphasize the stance - and her own brewing, percolating plans as to her requirements for the Ascended to enter - of the Fae on the matter of the celebration. "There is nothing more to share from my people at this time." A tilt of her head towards Morgan here, confirming that at least on her own side, there is nothing she feels needs to be covered in this meeting.
The truth I seek never felt so bleak
but i maintain my depth
but i maintain my depth
