you will always be a monster
there is no turning back from it
there is no turning back from it
Considering what she knows of The Sword, Nephele is far from surprised that he is involved - and at that, seemingly spearheading - the formation (reformation?) of the Monster Hunters Guild. She had given her interest to Noah some time ago, but in the time between had expected he'd merely entertained the notion to her face as humans often did. Apparently they just need a bit of time instead.
Torchline isn't far, though she's loathe to use the portals. Nephele is prompt as ever despite that particular hurdle, Ludo's Rags draped over her petite figure as they had been since she received them. It's not as intimidating in the broad light of day, but that's not the only reason she wears them. Drifting closer as a tiny child pipes up about her interest, the Meadowhawk feels one brow rise. Surely she herself had once been that small, but that had been many decades ago, and Paige's fragile nature is both disorienting and strangely nauseating. Stepping over the threshold, Nephele readjusts the strap of the bag she'd prepared. "I am Nephele. How would you like me to assist?" Niceties aren't really her thing after all.
Torchline isn't far, though she's loathe to use the portals. Nephele is prompt as ever despite that particular hurdle, Ludo's Rags draped over her petite figure as they had been since she received them. It's not as intimidating in the broad light of day, but that's not the only reason she wears them. Drifting closer as a tiny child pipes up about her interest, the Meadowhawk feels one brow rise. Surely she herself had once been that small, but that had been many decades ago, and Paige's fragile nature is both disorienting and strangely nauseating. Stepping over the threshold, Nephele readjusts the strap of the bag she'd prepared. "I am Nephele. How would you like me to assist?" Niceties aren't really her thing after all.
but what type of monster you become
is entirely up to you
is entirely up to you
