Nephele
the world will not be destroyed
by those who do evil
by those who do evil
Silence indeed is all he will receive. Nephele is not of the common age to have obtained animalistic shapes and the bonds that come alongside them. The presence of the lynx does not go unnoticed entirely, but Nephele's attention slides past easily, at home with the notion of wild animals existing in her immediate surroundings as they have every day of her long life. Only when the lynx approaches boldly does the Fae turn, luminous hazel eyes descending to the creature. The rags flow about her like water as she turns and gracefully squats to be more on the cat's level.
"Hello, noble friend. Are you hunting today?" Her hand travels beneath the rags to her hip pouch and the dried meats within it. Deft fingers pluck a strip and toss it gently to the grass between them in offering, unaware of the man that lingers behind slitted eyes. "Stay safe and away from our Grandmother, small one. I must harvest one of her branches." Nephele would hate to accidentally harm the creature, and hopefully the food is what it seeks, and it will venture back off into the forest.
"Hello, noble friend. Are you hunting today?" Her hand travels beneath the rags to her hip pouch and the dried meats within it. Deft fingers pluck a strip and toss it gently to the grass between them in offering, unaware of the man that lingers behind slitted eyes. "Stay safe and away from our Grandmother, small one. I must harvest one of her branches." Nephele would hate to accidentally harm the creature, and hopefully the food is what it seeks, and it will venture back off into the forest.
but by those who watch
without doing anything
without doing anything
