I suppose to them
it's a terrifying thought
it's a terrifying thought
All the faces gathered are familiar to her, which is a blessing unto itself. With how precarious their - and her, in particular - position is in this world right now, Nephele is not inclined to invite too many outsiders to this particular...endeavor. What secrets may lie beyond the stormfront she would rather conceal from those who have already so dearly harmed her homeland.
She arrives last, though not for lack of eagerness. Preparing for the trip had taken longer than expected, but she'd been loathe to enter this entirely unprepared. Nephele gives a warm smile to Alina, and though it dwindles a little when aimed towards Delphia and Ianto, there's no displeasure at seeing them. This is a group she can have faith in if nothing else. "I am curious as to what we may find," she admits, golden eyes gazing out at the land that had once been entirely consumed by raging elements.
Nephele brings:
Type: Dark
Ludo's Rags | A shawl made of pitch dark, lightweight material. The wearer will not feel cold or the effects of the cold, regardless of the temperature. You look spooky.
Type: Dark
Lasracha | A pair of chakrams. The outer rim of these throwing discs are sharpened to a razor's edge, and glint with a curious crimson. Imbued with fire, they burn as well as they cut.
She arrives last, though not for lack of eagerness. Preparing for the trip had taken longer than expected, but she'd been loathe to enter this entirely unprepared. Nephele gives a warm smile to Alina, and though it dwindles a little when aimed towards Delphia and Ianto, there's no displeasure at seeing them. This is a group she can have faith in if nothing else. "I am curious as to what we may find," she admits, golden eyes gazing out at the land that had once been entirely consumed by raging elements.
Nephele brings:
Type: Dark
Ludo's Rags | A shawl made of pitch dark, lightweight material. The wearer will not feel cold or the effects of the cold, regardless of the temperature. You look spooky.
Type: Dark
Lasracha | A pair of chakrams. The outer rim of these throwing discs are sharpened to a razor's edge, and glint with a curious crimson. Imbued with fire, they burn as well as they cut.
that red riding hood knew exactly what she was doing
when she let the wild in
when she let the wild in
