and like a book cover, I am what I hide
Nephele’s sharp eyes descend upon the dragon, and narrow in turn. “This is not your land, noble hunter, and I have not threatened your bonded. It is I who should be cross with your presence. Mind your manners.” His arrogance is deplorable, and his lack of manners more so, but Nephele has stopped trying to educate the humans who believe wherever they walk is theirs to claim. Not that it will stop her from boldly correcting those who need it - human or otherwise.
At least the woman herself is slightly more respectful. “Are you familiar with what grows here? Much can be poisonous.” Her brows crease in slight concern. Nephele is not cruel, she would not see a non-native die of a mistaken identification of a plant. “I am a botanist. If you need me to look them over, I could spare a moment.” The sun is still high, she could continue her hunt after.
At least the woman herself is slightly more respectful. “Are you familiar with what grows here? Much can be poisonous.” Her brows crease in slight concern. Nephele is not cruel, she would not see a non-native die of a mistaken identification of a plant. “I am a botanist. If you need me to look them over, I could spare a moment.” The sun is still high, she could continue her hunt after.
