NEPHELE
down in the forest we'll sing chorus
Nephele concedes Ronin's point with a twist of a smile and tilt of her crown, biddable for the moment. It's a good workout if nothing else, though her twin had always been the more physically fit of the two. Since earning Ludo's Rags, it seems she has been finding herself in far more physical roles, so the burn of muscle being used and built is strange but a necessary thing to adapt to.
The day ticks onward with far less drudgery than the Meadowhawk anticipated, which is more a compliment of the men around her than the work itself. "Shall you joke about his wetness as well?" Nephele snipes playfully at Remi, grinning as she flits over to the bank on lazy wingstrokes, ready to take the stones from Ronin's hands here and there to make the trips shorter, flying them over to the bank to settle them by hand.
The day ticks onward with far less drudgery than the Meadowhawk anticipated, which is more a compliment of the men around her than the work itself. "Shall you joke about his wetness as well?" Nephele snipes playfully at Remi, grinning as she flits over to the bank on lazy wingstrokes, ready to take the stones from Ronin's hands here and there to make the trips shorter, flying them over to the bank to settle them by hand.
