and like a book cover, I am what I hide
Humming quietly, Nephele keeps her attention on the silt and sediment in her pan. "Yes, though I'm unsure she would like me if she is...gentle and warm." Nephele is not that way. More creature than woman at times, and callous in the wake of losing her twin. "I do have to meet with her soon however. I appreciate the insight into her character." Perhaps it would ease the way a little into finishing the quest Alina had started.
Hair cascading over her cheek, the slitted angle of her eye is turned Maeve's way, calmly watching as the woman tries to find better words. When they come, they shed better light on the sentiment. "Imagine how many lived and died never knowing, as you discovered, why their prayers were never answered." Her voice is like wind through empty, burned trees. Brittle and dark. "All because of The Voice."
Hair cascading over her cheek, the slitted angle of her eye is turned Maeve's way, calmly watching as the woman tries to find better words. When they come, they shed better light on the sentiment. "Imagine how many lived and died never knowing, as you discovered, why their prayers were never answered." Her voice is like wind through empty, burned trees. Brittle and dark. "All because of The Voice."
