Nephele
the world will not be destroyed
by those who do evil
by those who do evil
Hawk-gold eyes dart to his open palms, wings like hackles slowly smoothing downward to a more natural relaxed position instead of preparing to dart away into the skies. Curiosity tilts her head in a birdlike manner, wildfire hair cascading down to contrast against the pitch material that hangs about her shoulders. "I am a botanist, should you have any questions," she offers in an uncharacteristic show of kindness. Those of the scientific persuasion more easily maneuvered past the guards around her heart and mind.
Humming softly at his confusion, her wings turn her in midair to gaze upon the Mathair. "Mathair - our grandmother. A goddess of the forest, and the changing of seasons, who lived in this tree. Her magic was interwoven into the very land, like the root systems of trees." Drifting closer she lays her palm against the scorched wood, and though her face can only be partially seen, it hardens into something dark and deadly. "She was wounded, and chased out of her home, by The Voice. She brought her Ascended here, and killed many of our warriors who valiantly tried to defend the goddess. The tree was scorched, and we have been searching for her ever since." That she still lived was the only faith that kept her going sometimes.
Turning back to Noah, still hovering easily above the earth, Nephele's fingers caress the material around her shoulders. "Ludo bid me to harvest one of her branches, that it might make something for me." What, exactly, she wasn't sure - but for all their rocky start, Nephele trusts Ludo, and she's sure whatever she receives will aid her in her fight against the Ascended.
Humming softly at his confusion, her wings turn her in midair to gaze upon the Mathair. "Mathair - our grandmother. A goddess of the forest, and the changing of seasons, who lived in this tree. Her magic was interwoven into the very land, like the root systems of trees." Drifting closer she lays her palm against the scorched wood, and though her face can only be partially seen, it hardens into something dark and deadly. "She was wounded, and chased out of her home, by The Voice. She brought her Ascended here, and killed many of our warriors who valiantly tried to defend the goddess. The tree was scorched, and we have been searching for her ever since." That she still lived was the only faith that kept her going sometimes.
Turning back to Noah, still hovering easily above the earth, Nephele's fingers caress the material around her shoulders. "Ludo bid me to harvest one of her branches, that it might make something for me." What, exactly, she wasn't sure - but for all their rocky start, Nephele trusts Ludo, and she's sure whatever she receives will aid her in her fight against the Ascended.
but by those who watch
without doing anything
without doing anything
