Nephele
My ruptured lungs, they were left this way
For once I'm out of breath
For once I'm out of breath
The blond head appears, strands of hair sticking to pale skin perspiring from activity and the heat of the forge. Nephele's eyes drag over the man from head to toe, confirming his familiarity from that afternoon on the outskirts of the forest. Her hazel eyes are attracted to the glint off the metal he had been working with as it is set aside, but like a predator it snaps straight back to his hand as it is extended. For all her general dislike of humans, there is no hesitation as she steps forward to grasp his hand, shaking firmly.
"I am Nephele. I have been away from the Greatwood, and heard of your return when I arrived. I have need of your particular talents, if you are open to bargaining?" No time is wasted with pleasantries. It is simply not her way. But her head tilts in a birdlike manner, eyes sharp and assessing, ready to get down to business. It is a compliment unto itself that she considers his work up to snuff for her needs, and that she does not disparage him for moving into the Greatwood, but he must read those from her silence if he is to feel the weight of them.
"I am Nephele. I have been away from the Greatwood, and heard of your return when I arrived. I have need of your particular talents, if you are open to bargaining?" No time is wasted with pleasantries. It is simply not her way. But her head tilts in a birdlike manner, eyes sharp and assessing, ready to get down to business. It is a compliment unto itself that she considers his work up to snuff for her needs, and that she does not disparage him for moving into the Greatwood, but he must read those from her silence if he is to feel the weight of them.
The truth I seek never felt so bleak
but i maintain my depth
but i maintain my depth
