Nephele
the world will not be destroyed
by those who do evil
by those who do evil
Admittedly she’s very intrigued by the Guild’s purpose - at least in the way he presents it, though Nephele would not have been turned off by the idea of killing the more monstrous types. So long as evidence of damage was sufficient, the Meadowhawk would not shy away from slaughter. “Interesting. And is this Guild open to new members?” Having vacated her spot as leader after being forced to stay her hand over the young Ascended in the Grounds, she has more time on her hands once more.
Frey seems a natural alignment if he is part of such a Guild, and so she nods her copper head, a contemplative hum thrumming in her throat. Lips twist into a playful smirk at his own reflected question, twisting delicate fingers into the pitch fabric adorning her slight frame. “Your assumptions are correct, my fealty is to Ludo. Though admittedly I did not find Ludo so much as Ludo found me.” There is a deep respect to her tone that almost borders on reverence. “Fae worship Rae and Frey if they do at all. In over fifty years of life I had never sought out a deity. And yet when I did - it was Ludo that came to me, gave me purpose, a chance for…more.” She diverts quickly, but the hesitation is obvious. What Ludo had actually given Nephele was the chance for revenge.
After they arrive and the branch is rolled onto the grass and the moose has departed, Nephele turns to Noah and gives a small sincere smile. “Your help will not be forgotten. Though perhaps I can pay you back with my involvement with your Guild?” If Nephele’s interest was not plain enough before, perhaps she needs to be more forward. Humans were rather stupid after all, not nearly so well-versed in the art of wordplay.
Frey seems a natural alignment if he is part of such a Guild, and so she nods her copper head, a contemplative hum thrumming in her throat. Lips twist into a playful smirk at his own reflected question, twisting delicate fingers into the pitch fabric adorning her slight frame. “Your assumptions are correct, my fealty is to Ludo. Though admittedly I did not find Ludo so much as Ludo found me.” There is a deep respect to her tone that almost borders on reverence. “Fae worship Rae and Frey if they do at all. In over fifty years of life I had never sought out a deity. And yet when I did - it was Ludo that came to me, gave me purpose, a chance for…more.” She diverts quickly, but the hesitation is obvious. What Ludo had actually given Nephele was the chance for revenge.
After they arrive and the branch is rolled onto the grass and the moose has departed, Nephele turns to Noah and gives a small sincere smile. “Your help will not be forgotten. Though perhaps I can pay you back with my involvement with your Guild?” If Nephele’s interest was not plain enough before, perhaps she needs to be more forward. Humans were rather stupid after all, not nearly so well-versed in the art of wordplay.
but by those who watch
without doing anything
without doing anything
