and like a book cover, I am what I hide
The Whispershore welcomes her with sound and song long before her eyes find the banks. It is a perfect day for wading in the shallows of the stream and searching for precious stones at Ludo's command. The heat of the day is like a shawl across her shoulders, darkening her skin with each long summer day, inspiring dark flecks of freckles wherever sunlight falls.
Nephele is dressed for the occasion in all ways but one. Shorts, a tanktop, bare feet...and Ludo's rags. Dark and daunting, but eternally present on her figure. She prays it will give her luck and guidance as she completes each portion of the quest it has given her.
The water is a shock of cold against her ankles as she wades inside the river, silt thick against the soles of her feet. It's a pleasant sensation in the heat of the day however. Pan in hand, Nephele begins to sift through the sand and clay, sharp birdlike eyes perusing each stone that remains after the water washes away the sediment.
Nephele is dressed for the occasion in all ways but one. Shorts, a tanktop, bare feet...and Ludo's rags. Dark and daunting, but eternally present on her figure. She prays it will give her luck and guidance as she completes each portion of the quest it has given her.
The water is a shock of cold against her ankles as she wades inside the river, silt thick against the soles of her feet. It's a pleasant sensation in the heat of the day however. Pan in hand, Nephele begins to sift through the sand and clay, sharp birdlike eyes perusing each stone that remains after the water washes away the sediment.
