NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
Nephele tilts her wing in intentional mimicry of Remi’s as it is extended in greeting, a reserved smile playing at her lips as she watches the men interact. For all they are godly, they are still like young boys to her, and as such inspire a strange endeared exasperation in her. It makes it easy to tease, and to be teased in turn as Ronin turns to her and sets her to task.
“I suppose my convenient presence can be put to use,” she sniffs haughtily, though the glimmer of amusement in her sharp eyes belies her willingness to help. Hefting the shovel, she wanders a few steps away to assess the earth and the roots from the trees further up the bank to determine the best places for new sprouts, and begins to dig.
“I suppose my convenient presence can be put to use,” she sniffs haughtily, though the glimmer of amusement in her sharp eyes belies her willingness to help. Hefting the shovel, she wanders a few steps away to assess the earth and the roots from the trees further up the bank to determine the best places for new sprouts, and begins to dig.
