I can give you freedom from your guilt with a flick of my wrist
Useless lot. It must be her lucky day! “Everybody out then!” It is a command to the last few stragglers, and Nephele herds behind them like a particularly ominous winged terrier.
On speedy wings she flies around the external walls, searching for stragglers and devotedly continuing the helpful facade that will become her alibi. As she sees a window open and smoke plume out, she moves closer, burned arm held tight to her belly. “Are you alright?” she calls down to the figure, unsure of the woman’s race but moving closer to the earth all the same. She has succeeded in her mission; tempting fate by sliding Lasracha across Isla’s throat is unnecessary, especially if she can create a bond here. “There are no Abandoned to help with the flames. Are you hurt? We need to get you away from the fire.” Good hand extends in a gesture of help and friendship, hazel eyes concerned and body language exuding a need to usher the both of them away. Perhaps Isla will make the connection that Nephele had been the one offering water help at the door and will reach for the Fae’s hand.
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Nephele leaves the Temple and scouts the outside, offering help to Isla at the window.
On speedy wings she flies around the external walls, searching for stragglers and devotedly continuing the helpful facade that will become her alibi. As she sees a window open and smoke plume out, she moves closer, burned arm held tight to her belly. “Are you alright?” she calls down to the figure, unsure of the woman’s race but moving closer to the earth all the same. She has succeeded in her mission; tempting fate by sliding Lasracha across Isla’s throat is unnecessary, especially if she can create a bond here. “There are no Abandoned to help with the flames. Are you hurt? We need to get you away from the fire.” Good hand extends in a gesture of help and friendship, hazel eyes concerned and body language exuding a need to usher the both of them away. Perhaps Isla will make the connection that Nephele had been the one offering water help at the door and will reach for the Fae’s hand.
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Nephele leaves the Temple and scouts the outside, offering help to Isla at the window.
I can give you death with the look upon my face
