Cleodora

“She climbed out, and stood like a water nymph, her body agleam and asparkle with its dew, her skin like rare silk, smooth as a star's glance. Down fell her hair like smoke. She stretched her arms to the moon, and laughed, aglow with the warmth gotten of her swim.” - Warwick Deeping, Uther and Igraine

[crownswarrp]

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐑

cleodora is a 34 year old nymph. she was born in destarin forest and is descended from a lineage of nymphs that originated from the Kkngdom of crirtha.

Cleodora was born in the South end of the forest, upon on a make shift bed of leaves, sheltered by the mouth of a cave of which a waterfall plunged into a dark, deep pool.

Cleodora, named perhaps aspirationally after a once great Nymph who held the the clearest gift of prophecy. As such, Cleodora's gift of prophecy seems to be no clearer than any of her family's, but she reminded regularly that only a little more concentration and she could see so much more reliably. But why bother? Things are safe now, right?

The Nymph was raised by her blood mother and water parents alike. Her particular lineage of nymphs historically raising their young collectively, sharing the burden and beauties of Nymph rearing amongst the collective. As such, Cleodora rarely experienced a moment of loneliness during her childhood.

Cleodora and her family live alongside nature and choose to live naturally, going to great lengths to preserve and protect the land around them. They are not a solitary family of nymphs though. In fact, the family and Cleodora herself are incredibly social creatures, who thrive on a sense of community not just within their family lineage but the town at large. Celodora was raised to a very high standard in some respects, which she can't help occasionally rebel against.

Cleodora often falls in love, her tastes varying in species and gender, and is prone to making quick and powerful relationships very quickly. Unlike her family - who are drawn to procreate often and with many humanoid creatures - Cleodora is looking for her one true love… the only problem being that there are so many! As a romantic partner, she is incorrigible, unable to resist temptation and as yet to stick to her monogamous ideals.

As a friend Cleodora is everyone's cheerleader, she is generous and would lend her ear to anyone in need. She thrives on companionship and often needs to be reminded of boundaries. In terms of favours though, Cleodora would be ideal if you had a bottle of bubbly to share, but say you needed help with the dishes or a move and you'll find yourself suddenly one Nymph down.

WHAT ARE YOU...?

species: nymph. weaknesses: her life force is connected to the land, as such if that is ever destroyed so too shall she be, her physical form is vulnerable to the same dangers that a human would be, vinegar and salt are incredibly poisonous, most common weak killers are not cleodora friendsly, divinely blessed weaponry burns to touch, she is unable to wield any such weapon that could kill a god. strengths: her general presence encourages fertility in nature, when she drinks from the plunge waterfall in the forest she can temporarily tap into prophetic and/or oracular visions, most of these visions can be obscure, leaving them open to interpretation, but on occasion she can see something crisp and clear, can blend into nature at will almost entirely, the only tell tale sign being the subtle scent of amaryllis nymph typically associated with her lineage of nymphs. physical description: her eyes vary in shades, typically presenting as pale blue, but in different environments and with different magical and mood influences, they shift to the various shades of pink and white amaryllis nymph flower that is associated with her lineage. additional info: none.

cleodora is played by meg and her fc is logan browning

[justcleodora]

What makes you feel safest in this world?

"Hmm... Without a doubt, my answer is supposed to be home, wedged between tree branches trying to soothe bark burn. If I'm honest but truthfully? I feel safest in a crowded inn, with wine in my goblet, listening to music, dancing... when there is a mutually benevolent mood amongst us, and even in our own individual bubbles, we're somehow moving in unison, being moved by the same rhythm regardless of what they're doing. Have you ever seen that? Watched as a group of dancers, patrons queuing for ale, all seem to move in synchronisation? I could spend an eternity simply existing with people and creatures. It gives me a rush, feeling a part of that... I could live off that rush forever"

[justcleodora]

If you could be a nymph of fire instead of the nature you are would you make the change?

"That's actually a very interesting question... I love the idea of being connected to the fire elements. Perhaps because I see strength, and power in fire, perhaps I would be more of a fearsome creature to deal with, being taken seriously would be an experience."

"Ultimately though... whether it be my minds own thought, or my natural inclination for nature, our land that is our lifeforce... mother nature is a source of comfort, and can be a source of clarity - or so I have heard - but I also know that it should also never be underestimated. It is a cleansing and yet destructive force, having the power to give things life and just as easily take it away... I think I would always rather be connected to nature, rather than one single element"

[leopold--dawson]

While his dear friend was being served her delightful dish, Leopold relaxed in his chair.  A rare feat for the fae who always seemed to have a stick stuffed up him, but in the presence of Cleodora he was able to relax.  There was no need to keep his guard up, the two could just co-exist and be at peace with each other.

“My dear, the concept is lovely.  Yet, you leave out one big issue.  The common folk, they do not have time to sort through a maze to find what they are shopping for.  Their time is limited at the grocers and often want to just go in and out,” he commented.  It was no mind to him, but the last thing they needed was for an uprising from the lower-class.

“I hardly doubt he would let you go, you have a certain je ne sais quoi.  People find you charming, it would do him no good to rid you of a job.”

Finally, the server returned with his fiery dish of skewered chicken with vegetables in a delightful house dressing that Leopold found delightful.  With one bite, he lifted his gaze and she started to passionately speak, causing him to chew slowly so he would not accidentally get overzealous with her and choke on his food.

“I won’t let anyone take you away from me,” he assured her.  Not many people held his favor, but Cleodora was one of them.  Someone he shared his secrets with and vice versa.  Someone he trusted deeply.

“If anything happens, I assure you I will find a place for you somewhere with a job.”

[justcleodora]

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While the Nymph considered Leopold's theory she twirled several glossy ribbons is cheesy pasta around her utensils, skewering a sundried tomato and a ball of mozzarella. She admired the string of dairy decadence, and not for the first time pitied her family at home, eating raw fruits and nuts and leaves. Not that her family's dirt was ever so simple or tedious, but to the Nymph their meals were tired and lacking in sufficient grease and fat.

"You know, you could be onto something!" Cleodora mused aloud, seeming to ponder the concept of the lower class as though they were removed from her.

Truthfully, Cleodora's family had money, enough to get by, they simply preferred to homestead it. Self sufficiency was key as they foraged, re-appropriated materials found in the forest to patch up areas of their lofty tree huts. Nothing was used once, and nothing was wasted.

Cleodora had watched shoppers counting their gold, ensuring they maximised their money, buying in bulk where possible, choosing denser food items over sweet treats. The nymph was by no means struggling, she had a job, had never really struggled, but she felt she identified with the shoppers. Cleodora saw commonalities that were there... they were just there because her family chose to live as naturally as possible, and some shoppers shopped frugally out of necessity.

If the nymph had dwelled on it further, she might have seen the key difference, but Cleodora was not looking for that. What she was looking for, was a way to make her job more entertaining for her personally.

At the compliment, Cleodora sucked up the last ribbon of pasta on her utensil, and smiled, posing her shoulders in such a way that she might have been posing for a sketch artist. If there was one thing Cleodora liked, it was being made to feel special, unique, someone that catches the eye and leaves everyone with a memorable impression of her.

"Oh Leo!" The nymph beamed, popping an elbow on the back of her seat and waving away his assurances, though it was clear from her face that she was delighted by his assurances. Cleodora craved of having someone take care of her, to keep her safe while she bumbled through life. Sure, she did want it from a love, but until she met the man of her dreams - or woman, or demi-god, maybe a reptilian familiar - friends like Leo gave her the sense of security she needed. There was something about Leopold's confidence and assurance that made the scattered nymph feel... steady. "I know you would, and you know how much I appreciate that!"

And, it was true, Cleodora was grateful, but she was beginning to hope that despite her boredom with the tedious grocery job, it was still an accomplishment in her eyes. No one in her family worked in the traditional sense, and she felt it allowed her to stand out. She simply wished being a grocer wasn't limited to... just grocery based activities...

"Fine, I shall let the old man have his aisles back!" she proclaimed generously, reaching for her glass and sipping a little more daintily now. "But I am leaving the baby egg plants".

A side effect of being around the nymph when she was not medicated, was increased fertility. In theory, the mythic gift was beautiful; around Cleodora plants bloomed, litters sprung from practically nowhere and humans and creatures alike sometimes found themselves a little weaker when it came to amatory desires. Practically speaking however, after an eight hour shift in store, prime buds had flourished thus losing half of their shelf life, vegetables and fruit grew in size, often some changing shape.

As such, Cleodora had hidden a few over zealous egg plants with cloth diapers, around the store. Attached to each egg plant baby in a basket, with a parchment scroll attached, with the words "finders keepers" scrawled in crimson red ink. It was a silly little game, but Cleodora had entertained more than a few young ones with it.

"Enough about me" Cleodora decided assertively, swilling her beverage around in its glass goblet. "Groceries are dull, dull, dull! Please, your turn! Distract me from the mundane and tell me everything I have missed!"

[vievieveda]

The grip to her hands tightened, the human watching with rapt fascination at the magic Cleodora was wielding. Especially when where their skin met grew warmer and warmer. She had some experience with spells and the like having grown up in Destarin and all the magic it contained. But not directly towards her, not like this.

The nymph released her hold on Veda's hands and she watched as the pink drained from her friend's eyes. "A witch?" Insurance she already maintained, though she made a mental note to double check that she was current with her broker. Especially with the Faire coming so soon and her current fears. A pit formed in her stomach as Cleodora confirmed what she worried over. The owner groaned lowly, eyes squeezing shut as she immediately began working on a game plan. "Of course it will. Why wouldn't it burn down again?" came the sarcastic reply, though the emotion wasn't levied at the other woman.

Was there a way to insure no harm came to her tavern? Veda could think of a few regulars who might be willing to watch over the place during the solstice, but would that be enough to avoid disaster? Could a witch fireproof the entire place somehow? Another groan left Vee as she rested her forehead on the bartop. "I guess this means your drink is on the house," she sardonically chuckled before standing upright once more, head shaking as she sighed.

[justcleodora]

Cleodora pouted and tutted in sympathy for her friend, though she truly had no idea just how Veda managed the responsibility of owning and maintaining a public space such as this. Despite being in her thirties now, the nymph was very youthful in terms of mentality. She was naïve, and inexperienced in the world outside of her forest home. Her role as a grocer was a huge feat to Cleodora, and she simply couldn't imagine herself being able to take on such mature responsibilities. Besides, Cleodora was beginning to think she was not herself a do-er, more of a follower. Perhaps there were those who just weren't cut out for leadership roles and taking control of their lives, perhaps Cleodora was more of an aesthetic addition to a team.

"It really sucks the fun out of a free drink when you're delivering bad news to a friend" Cleodora said with about as much sincerity as she could muster. Upon taking another sip, she shook her head, braids rattling against pearl pins and clips as she did so. "Alas, I take it back. Worth it, every time!" she cooed, enjoying several animated sips. Cleodora wasn't a drinker, but she was trying out everything and anything now.

Cleodora searched her Veda's face for signs of distress, while she considered how she would prevent from a fire. The bar tender did not look anywhere near the kind of overwhelmed, anxious mess Cleodora imagined she would be in her position. Instead, the petite blonde looked more frustrated at a minor obstruction in her path. It was not the first time that Vee had impressed the nymph, who was very selective of female friends. She wanted to surround herself with the kinds of women that emulated some of the ideals she wanted for herself. Resilience was a quality Veda seemed to possess, and Cleodora hoped that would rub off on her.

"You know, I could probably help" the nymph said in a sing song voice, a smug smile beginning to form on her painted lips. She began the pained work of securing the miniature water vial back onto the chain around her neck. "Well, I know somebody who can..." she corrected, looking a little less cocksure of herself.

[vievieveda]

What did she need? At the moment, she could use a couple more servers to help tame the rowdy crowd the tavern had collected. But something told Veda that the nymph was offering something a little more complex than a solution to her immediate problem. What did she need?

If anyone else had asked, she would have said that she had everything she wanted. The tavern, her network of informants, respect. Perhaps when she was younger, she would have said she wanted to be supernatural like so many in the city. But as she'd grown older, Vee had come to appreciate being so boringly human. It allowed people to underestimate her and fly under the radar. Or at least, fly under the radar as much as she could owning Blood, Sweat, and Beers.

An inelegant snort left her at being called a beacon of light, fading into an amused chuckle as she shook her head at Cleodora. The humble establishment part she got right, at least. "Never let it be said you don't have a honeyed tongue when you see fit," the human mused, crossing her arms as she continued to think on the question at hand. What did she need?

With the Strawberry Moon Faire looming over the horizon, Vee's thoughts immediately jumped to the bar. It had been years since it last burned down and a part of her was certain she was due. Sooner rather than later. Rebuilding was inevitable, but in the meantime she'd be without. No lodging upstairs, no easy source of income, no joy.

She watched as Cleodora sipped at the vial, uncertainty rolling through the human even as she took the other's hands. "My heart's desire? To survive the Strawberry Moon. Me and the tavern."

[justcleodora]

*

The pink that filled Cleodora seemed to ripple like the gentle waves in a lake. A serene, yet somehow goofy expression came over the Nymph's face as her grip on Veda's hands tightened. Not enough to be painful, but it seemed desperate somehow, not typical of the nymphs soft feather like touch.

"Oh!" Cleodora gasped as she felt creeping, prickling heat against her skin. It wasn't real, or at least there was no increase in temperature in the bar, but Veda would should have felt the sudden rush of warmth in Cleodora's hands.

The fire she saw started small, as all catastrophic events often do, but it whipped into an all encompassing fire. The type of fire that brings with a heavy thick fog that would engulf the local area for several days. As the fire and temperature rose in Cleodora's vision, Cleo focused blearily on the emotion that burned with the flames.

As though her consciousness was drunk from the wine, Cleodora seemed to stumble through the vision. Her vision was shrouded by heavy smoke, dispersed between burning reds and melting oranges that cackled. Though the vision was intense, due to the nymph's lack of control over her craft and the alcohol consumption, and it made her skin flush, she wasn't in pain. There was no final breath, or sense of panic. Instead, she felt loss, loss of autonomy, loss of power, and loss of security.

After about a minute or so, of looking dreamy, almost asleep, Cleodora moaned softly and released her tight grip on Veda's hands. Eyelashes fluttered as the nymph opened her eyes, the pink draining from her eyes.

"Phoar! Veda, darling!" she exhaled softly and allowed a furrow to form between her arched brows. "You need some sort of insurance... or a witch!" the young woman said it with a confidence she did not earn and no respected seer in Destarin would have taken the nymph at her word. She was underestimated by almost everyone, and only time would tell if this was a mistake.

"You should heed my warning, lest this place be consumed by fire"

Even coming from a nymph whose speech was a tad slurred, the tone in Cleodora's voice might have indicated her sincerity. She looked up at the bar tender from her stool and jutted her chin out, waiting patiently to see how Veda would respond.

[vievieveda]

busy | veda & cleodora

@justcleodora:

"Aaaawh Vee!" Cleodora whined dramatically, sinking down into her stood and pouting dejectedly at her sweet, feisty friend. The nymph was a little tipsy - no real surprise there, given she tended to spend most of her time drunk on love, booze, or theatrics - and had even spilled a little mead on her crimson slipper. She was in the process of dabbing at one slipper with a damp cloth, while she swayed her bare foot to her own hum. Like Vee, Cleodora was fairly petite, short in stature and slender, however what she lacked in the fire that Vee had, Cleo made up for in a devil may care attitude. She was not the type to hurl commands at the patrons who frequented this pub, but she was however the type to fall madly in love with one of them, and then enlist the help of mischievous fairies to pour a tankard or two over their head. Mischievous and thrill seeking Cleodora was swathed in dark crimson dress that was a little too long in the leg. The hem of the skirts were lined with a gold trimming that could also be found at the ends of the long, fitted sleeves, and along the oval neckline of her dress. Sitting seductively low on Cleodora's hips was a gold plated belt, on which hung one small purse. The tightly laced corset built into the bones of her dress, synched in the nymph's waist and pressed her breasts into a creamy, inviting swell. Down her back, Cleodora had braids interwoven with gold and crimson thread which she took great delight in tossing over one shoulder. As was often the case, Cleodora was on the hunt for love. She had the most romantic nature, not theoretically surprising given the stereotypes connected with her species, but unlike her family and fellow nymphs, Cleodora was looking for that one special heart who would finally make monogamy a worthwhile option. And tonight, she was determined to lay eyes on that special heart. "You know I can't abide the bottled ales, the wine is so much gentler on my stomach" she argued, patting her stomach and adopting a sad, self pitying stare to focus on Vee.

For the umpteenth time that evening, when she found herself looking at Vee for a little longer than necessary, Cleodora began eyeing her friend with a little mischievous curiosity. "You know, you really needn't be so coy Vee, if you wanted to buy me a drink, you only need to ask" she flirted unashamedly, resting her shoulders on the bar so she could ensure the scent of rose water she splashed on her neck that evening, could waft over to Vee's side of the bar. The view of her cleavage was simply an added bonus for anyone who might have been interested.

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Cleodora was one of those people that required no introduction, who seemed to start conversations in the middle of it. It was endearing and amusing more than anything, and a welcome source of levity considering the current state of the tavern. Nights like these were a thrill as much as they were a source of stress and any reprieve from the latter was always welcome.

Before the request for wine was even out of the nymph's mouth, Vee was already pulling a corked bottle from beneath the bar. Not many of her patrons preferred the more sophisticated drink than her usual fare, but enough did that she kept a few bottles of Madeira stocked for moments just like this. "I hope you don't expect me to pity you," Veda clipped back teasingly as she poured the wine into a cup for Cleodora and pushed it towards her across the bartop.

"Ah, yes. Coy," she parroted back with a snort and shake of her head. Veda doubted anyone had ever called her coy before, though it was clear that the nymph was only using the term in jest. Rose water or not, the human was incredibly straight. But she saw no issue with flirting with women and men alike in the name of business. "As coy as you are acting right now." One brow rose as she crossed her arms at even the tiniest implication she would give alcohol out for free. "I might consider it if you have something to offer in exchange?"

[justcleodora]

*

Delighted at a perceived shot of earning herself a free drink, Cleodora grinned and took a sip of the Madeira, flexing her pinky finger with dramatic flare.

"Hmmmm" she considered with squinted eyes, taking on a conspiratorial look as she gave the bar tender a once over. "Well, first I need to know what you want- no! Nay, what you need!"

She paused for a moment, visibly taking a moment to consider how best to extract this information. Ideally, Cleodora would have liked to pull some observations of her friend to mind, impressing Veda her perceptiveness. The issue was, of course, that Cleodora was not perceptive at all, spending most of her time preoccupied with her own imaginings. That is not to say the Nymph was entirely self-absorbed... Veda was in her day dreams, everybody Cleodora enjoyed time with was. Whether Cleo's imaginings were an accurate depiction of her friends and family was up for debate.

As such Cleodora pouted again but this time with a wicked smile and widened, excited eyes.

"Veda, my darling friend, the beacon of light of this very humble establishment, what do you need?" She asked, her piercing blue eyes flashing pink for a moment as she fixed her bleary gaze on Veda's eyes. From around her neck, the nymph withdrew a pendant, which upon closer inspection was in truth a small, heart shaped vial of water with a tiny cork stopper. "What is your hearts desire?" Cleodora lowered her voice to create a sense of drama as she uncorked her vial and took emptied the lot down her throat.

As she swallowed, Cleodora closed her eyes, a peaceful smile on her stained lips as she held out her hands, expecting Vee to take them. When her eyes opened, the smile was still there, but the blue in her eyes was replaced entirely by a rose blush.

[bellamychevasym]

Bella also did not assumed that Cleodora's boss might desire her absence, though she had never witnessed any lack of skill on Cleodora's part beyond the distraction she had just created. It seemed reasonable when someone rushed upon you to potentially become clumsy or flustered. In the end she didn't really care if Cleodora's boss felt her competent or not however, Bella's focused far more on his friends romantic side, her desire to gossip and to know of the royals in town, especially since one actually was, in Bella's mind, trustworthy.

"They are quite generous to you," was all the woman commented as she heard Cleodora's boss shout she could take the rest of the evening off, and potentially the following morning, not that Bella would require her company that long. The affection she gave to her boss felt shocking but Bella supposed Cleo was that affectionate with everyone, watching him with cold green eyes, she would need to pay closer attention to his actions.

"Yes, grab your things and we shall leave and I will tell you much," she smiled, walking in the direction of the door to wait for her companion, glad she was excited and mostly hopeful she would not disappoint her. Perhaps the fantastical letters with Notelaih were scandalous to her but would be mundane to the likes of Cleodora, and perhaps she already had found some royal to obsess over that Bella would have to worry on.

[justcleodora]

Cleodora eagerly bid her friend a temporary adieu so she could collect her things. That morning, she had brought some goodies from home, wild berries and fruit, along with some herbs. She had intended on sharing them with her colleagues, but when she spotted it, still untouched, the Nymph decided to appropriate it. When Cleodora returned, she wore a cloak, and in her hands, she carried her basket, with a blanket tossed over the top.

"We can picnic if you please!" She suggested, already thinking of a few spots nearby they could sit and gossip and snack.

The nymph was incredibly flattered that Bellamy had come to her with good news, it made her feel involved and special to be thought of. As such, the Nymph was excited to share her foraged wares and hear all of the details. The bonus of leaving work early only deepened her merry mood.

The nymph offered her hand and then her arm for Bellamy to choose from, rarely opting for solace over physical intimacy and affection. Cleodora was from a big family, she was very accustomed to regular shows of affection, but she acknowledged that not everybody needed to be attached at the hips when enjoying one another's company. She would not be offended Bellamy rejected her hand or arm.

[justcleodora]

Closed starter: @leopold--dawson

Where: Syclifino Ristorante

When: mid evening

A platter of cheese loaded pasta was served before the young nymph who appraised with dancing blue eyes. She was ravenous after a full day's work at the town local grocers, and her body ached with longing for the oily, cheesy dish. On days like today, salads and soups just wasn't going to cut it. When physical exhaustion and her general frustration with her chosen job overwhelmed Cleodora, she turned to carbohydrates. Carbohydrates, spicy cocktails and the good company of Leo.

The Nymph had already pierced several ribbons of pasta and was twirling them around her utensils before the waiter had even placed Leo's dish down before him.

"You agree with me don't you? That the grocers conventional use of aisles is tedious and over done?! A maze through the produce looks so much better, and it's given our customers something to do while they're shopping!" She continued moaning to Leo as she all but inhaled her first mouthful of linguine. Cleodora's complaints of her boss's perceived lack of appreciation for her creative approach to sales, only paused so she could groan, eyes rolling with appreciation... And then again so she could take a large gulp of sweet wine.

"He was so resigned, I am sure he will be letting me go any moment, Leo, and if he does, I will surely be back to foraging and selling with my family!" Although she had a natural inclination for foraging, she found the work dirty and unglamorous. Not that the grocers were glamorous, but it gave her every opportunity to meet and smile at people. Not to mention her job gave the Nymph a sense of independence from her family, something she valued above all else.

"I won't do it, Leo, I won't!" Cleodora declared passionately through a mouthful of pasta. Tucked away in the corner of her favourite restaurant, with one of her closest friends, Cleodora felt perfectly comfortable and did away with her usual pretty pretences. Around others, the Nymph picked at salads and sipped delicately from her goblets, but with her guard down she could enjoy her meal and Leo's company with no self consciousness. As such, when her blue eyes began to water she balled a fist and pressed it into her eyes, kneading where she felt strain from stress.

To anyone overhearing this conversation, it might have sounded like the tirade of a very naïve, superficial young person. To some degree this was also true, however context alters everything. Cleodora had a deep rooted issue with her friendly family and in truth, the thought of turning out anything akin to them was genuinely distressful to the nymph who prided herself on her independence.

[vievieveda]

busy | open starter

The tavern was packed and two of her employees had failed to show up for their shift. Which led to a somewhat frazzled Vee, even if she didn't show it outside of having a shorter temper and less patience than usual. The human was winding through the main room, dropping off refills and picking up glasses and food remnants. One blessing for the day - at least Cookie showed up. That man's job was the only one Veda couldn't do herself.

"Callaghan! Sit down before you fall down," she called out loud enough to be heard over the crowd as she slipped past table after table. "Oakenfold! I swear on all of Withermore that if you put one more scorch mark on my table, you'll be tied to it until it fades. Vallance! Grab her ass again and I'll personally provide her a cleaver to cut off your hand."

Vee made it behind the bar, handling the dirty mugs as she visually checked in with those seated before her. There was one that hadn't been there her last circuit, wiping her hands on an already dirty rag before approaching with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, don't give me that look. Someone's got to keep them in line to keep this place from devolving into a warzone. What can I get you? In case you haven't noticed, we're short staffed tonight. So you can fuck right off if you want anything that doesn't come from a bottle or a barrel."

[justcleodora]

"Aaaawh Vee!" Cleodora whined dramatically, sinking down into her stood and pouting dejectedly at her sweet, feisty friend. The nymph was a little tipsy - no real surprise there, given she tended to spend most of her time drunk on love, booze, or theatrics - and had even spilled a little mead on her crimson slipper. She was in the process of dabbing at one slipper with a damp cloth, while she swayed her bare foot to her own hum. Like Vee, Cleodora was fairly petite, short in stature and slender, however what she lacked in the fire that Vee had, Cleo made up for in a devil may care attitude. She was not the type to hurl commands at the patrons who frequented this pub, but she was however the type to fall madly in love with one of them, and then enlist the help of mischievous fairies to pour a tankard or two over their head.

Mischievous and thrill seeking Cleodora was swathed in dark crimson dress that was a little too long in the leg. The hem of the skirts were lined with a gold trimming that could also be found at the ends of the long, fitted sleeves, and along the oval neckline of her dress. Sitting seductively low on Cleodora's hips was a gold plated belt, on which hung one small purse. The tightly laced corset built into the bones of her dress, synched in the nymph's waist and pressed her breasts into a creamy, inviting swell. Down her back, Cleodora had braids interwoven with gold and crimson thread which she took great delight in tossing over one shoulder.

As was often the case, Cleodora was on the hunt for love. She had the most romantic nature, not theoretically surprising given the stereotypes connected with her species, but unlike her family and fellow nymphs, Cleodora was looking for that one special heart who would finally make monogamy a worthwhile option. And tonight, she was determined to lay eyes on that special heart.

"You know I can't abide the bottled ales, the wine is so much gentler on my stomach" she argued, patting her stomach and adopting a sad, self pitying stare to focus on Vee.

For the umpteenth time that evening, when she found herself looking at Vee for a little longer than necessary, Cleodora began eyeing her friend with a little mischievous curiosity.

"You know, you really needn't be so coy Vee, if you wanted to buy me a drink, you only need to ask" she flirted unashamedly, resting her shoulders on the bar so she could ensure the scent of rose water she splashed on her neck that evening, could waft over to Vee's side of the bar. The view of her cleavage was simply an added bonus for anyone who might have been interested.

[bellamychevasym]

Letters || Cleo&Bella

If the woman's cheeks could flush they would with the collection of letters she hid in a small pouch belted to her waist, flat of her palm against the flap despite it being clasped shut firmly. It felt as though she carried sin on her hips, and yet not a word would she take back. It was flirtation, simply that, so much as she was willing to concede anyway, but as she had never flirted with anyone beyond her sire she felt a sort of giddiness that she knew only one friend might appreciate the sordid innocence of.

Maybe that was why once the sun set Bella had laced up a simple dress and quickly made her way to the grocers before it closed, hoping to catch Cleo before she left for home. The nights were getting shorter too and so Bella knew that the other creatures of the dark like herself would be getting more ravenous with each day. An escort would do her some good and surely talk of her conversations would amuse Cleo.

"Ma'am we're about to close," someone said as she walked inside, Bella offering a nod of acknowledgement, eyes shifting around the small establishment with baskets of various fruits and vegetables everywhere, some herbs too. The place smelled delicious, even if Bella couldn't eat a bite of any of it.

Eventually her pallid green gaze landed on her friend and Bella rushed to her side. "You must let me walk you home," she insisted, pace of her words fast and the wideness of her eyes telling. Bella's typical disinterested demenour somewhat clouded by her desire to make Cleo amused and excited. "I have secrets to tell you," she could not hide her embarrassed smile.

In truth she actually had other news for Cleo as well, about one of the emissaries in town, aware Cleo was so excited for them to be there, glad to be able to let her know at least one of them was honourable.

@justcleodora

[justcleodora]

The day had been a long and tedious one. While the sun shone outside, Cleodora found herself once again parched for amusement. Though avoiding work in the initial days had been entertaining enough, now the nymph was actually seeking out tasks to complete, just to keep herself from tearing the apron from her waist and running. This day had been no particularly worse than any other, and yet it felt - like it always did - as though it were the worst of all of her shifts.

As such, when whisper from a colleague gave indication of Bella's whereabouts, Cleo was quickly grinning from ear to ear with enthusiasm. For the vampiress to seek her out while she was at work, must mean she had some sort of excitement to offer Cleo! The nymph could be quickly found in the fresh produce section, where Cleodora had been reorganising the display. It had once been organised according to freshness, but now was creatively arranged for decorative purposes. With some major adjustments, the nymph had used produce to create a larger than life decorative flower.

As Bella rushed to Cleodora' s side, the nymph deftly secured a rose ribbon around her dark ringlets, pulling her hair up high on top of her head in a bouffant puff. Several painted pearls glinted between curls as Cleodora bobbed her head animatedly, instantly forgetting the fruit display, even allowing an apple to almost topple onto the floor.

The embarrassed smile on Bellamy's face piqued Cleodora's curiosity and she reached for the other woman's hands, so she might clasp them with excitement.

"Ooh, and you tell me, an hour before I finish work?!" she asked incredulously, immediately distressed at the prospect of having to wait for whatever exciting tales Bellamy had to tell.

"You can leave!" an over anxious voice from behind Cleodora interjected. Behind the two woman stood the manager whose blood pressure had suffered a steady uptake upon hiring the nymph. He stood with his hand pressed to the back of his neck, damp from stress related perspiration, eyeing the display with a look of defeat. "Take the afternoon off, take the morning off!" he added as he glanced the further and spotted Cleodora's use of fruit and flowers to create archways between aisles.

The nymph beamed delightedly as thanked her boss, kissing him on the cheek, entirely oblivious to his distress. It was this kind of instances of perceived good fortune that led to Cleodora assuming life was just easier for those who were beautiful. Never had it occurred to Cleodora to consider that perhaps people gave her less responsibilities because she was a nuisance.

"I shall grab my cloak, and you can walk me home!" Cleodora enthused to her friend, already untying the apron she wore from around her neck. "And miss nothing, I can almost smell the gossip!"

[bellamychevasym]

Bella certainly had no found memories of her time at court, but it was hard to diffuse the notions Cleodora had of it. How was she to crush such hopeful thoughts? Some of them were not wrong, Bella had worn gowns unbecoming the station she would have had were she not born aasimar, things she could have never afforded, food she never would have tasted. In truth she truly had been blessed, for parents as cruel as her surely would have been crueler had she not had something to offer them. Still, Bella lacked enthusiasm for the dignitaries that were to come to town.

"You would be surprised what they concern themselves with," she mused as Cleodora brushed off her mothers intentions with those coming. "Besides, at least to the south the forests are far too monstrous to destroy, attempt to ruin the habitat of an Abomination Horror and they might destroy your mind," she spoked of some of the beasts she had encountered when she was an escort through them, when she had been able to commune with them. The horrors were some of the most foul-thoughted beings she had ever crossed paths with and yet her nature then had insisted on sympathy and care, all they wanted was their homes...

The idea of her family being so large and so close all at once still confounded Bella. An only child to parents who had disdained one another and her allowed for the smallest preview of family to the young woman and had insisted upon her loyalty solely to those she chose. "Have you ever had one?" she asked. "A child?" Bella asked, aware it likely would not show on her body if she had.

Bella applied the last pin and nodded that Cleodora could remove the garment for sewing. "It is lovely you wish to stand out, but be cautious of people's intentions," she insisted, stone faced as she kept her focus on the garment instead of Cleo, not wishing to see the hurt upon her expression were the words Bella said to be too hurtful. "The courts have complex desires that go beyond the selfish and filter into the political, or the familial. The land your family desires to protect...I wouldn't want you to fall prey to someone who wishes to compromise it."

[justcleodora]

Despite Cleodora's fantasies of being spotted by a royal dignitary and being propelled into a lifetime, far away from sharing clothes and numerous cousins, she did indeed listen to Bellamy's words of caution. Perhaps the dark beauty was right, perhaps one or some of the dignitaries were passionate about the town's distinctive wildlife.. perhaps, that was in fact a way in for the nymph. Perhaps one might fall for Cleodora, and fight for the land on the nymph's behalf. Love had compelled stranger things out of people, and Cleodora thought perhaps this was the grand future her family expected for her. Cleodora imagined herself a princess for the commoners, leading the way in charity and good deeds. Perhaps.

At the mention of the abomination horror brought a grim smile to Cleodora's face. Cleodora chose to keep her full lips pressed together. Any dignitary that might fancy the fickle woman were redeemable, the rest... well, if they made the mistake of challenging her lands peace... then, they deserved what was coming to them. Unlike her harmonious relatives, Cleodora possessed a thinly concealed resentment.

Cleodora was jealous in a way, she knew was alien to her fellows, and that jealousy burned within her. Like molten tar, Cleodora's imposter syndrome, glommed onto everything, coating it in immovable darkness, something that burned through everything it clung to and could not be washed away with anything as simple as water. This darkness in Cleodora was something she hid well for the most part, but it leaked.

For this reason, Cleodora was grateful for the momentary change of subject. She lifted her chin with obvious pride, and she smiled, her gaze blazing intently at her own reflection.

"No" Cleodora answered "The Gods have not yet graced me with a child yet". Though she even bowed her head it was clear that Cleodora was pleased with her vacant womb, but that she was highly aware this was not always a likeable quality, especially in a nymph. As such, Cleodora was accustomed to feigning disappointment. She was given a great deal of sympathy from her family for this great misfortune, and Cleodora bathed in the attention, lapping it up. Little did they know, that Cleodora's "misfortune" was entirely by her own design. In a town like Destarin, contraception was the least suspicious bounty to come by, yet Cleodora guarded the secret with her life. Better for the family to think, she had some "unfortunate" biology to contend with, rather than she admit she had no intentions of multiplying any time soon.

"Have you?" the nymph asked curiously, her blue eyes slyly looking the brunette over in the reflection of the mirror.

When Bellamy issued the nymph warning, Cleodora nodded slowly, lips pursing as if to emphasise just how seriously she was taking the warning. The woman was not the type to give an empty warning, and yet Cleodora wasn't entirely sure she could take it too seriously.

Destarin wasn't exactly the safest place to live, and in Cleodora's arrogance. she doubted any soft skinned royal were up to the challenge of gentrifying the town. It was this assumption that made her idolise royalty, and fantasise of marrying into a well established family. While she enjoyed the thrills Destarin could readily provide, a softer, more luxurious called to her vanity and void of sensibility.

"I'll take your word for it"" she responded sweetly, her voice raising in pitch and elongating harmoniously "I have never met a Royal" she admitted, gazing at the reflection of those carved initials. "I haven't met anyone of significance" a childlike pout on her lips as Cleodora mournfully considered her recent string of romances. She had no heartbreak to mourn, which seemed a great injustice. "Yet" her final word came with resolution behind it The nymph was determined to meet her supposed one and only, and she was certain they would be someone of nobility or infamy. Cleodora wasn't too concerned which, so long as their match garnered the nymphs riches and notoriety.

[pandokofswamp]

Yazi was a creature of water, even as a two-footer, he liked to plunge his features into the water. His Witch made sure there was a bath for him in whatever room they were staying, so he could put his feet in there, or his hands, or simply spend a moment underwater. Whenever they were travelling, they'd stop at creeks and rivers so Yazi could swim for a moment. Not often as a Pandok, since his growing form would draw too many eyes. So he'd swim as a fish, or as a lizard, or they'd turn him into an assortment of water creatures they'd seen or read about. Yazi did not like the furry ones, but the scaly ones were good enough for him. He'd swim for an hour, and then turn back.

He'd be happy.

But now that they were in Destarin, he spend far more time as a two-footer, running around on sandals and shoes, wearing shirts and pants, feeling constraint in this whole idea of modesty.

At least when he was a naked cat, nobody forced him to wear something.

Except when it was winter and they told him to wear something against the cold. Which he would, being very annoyed at it. He'd be wearing little socks around his paws and a tiny coat. And his Witch would be laughing at him.

He was a two-footer now too, but he'd swam in these waters before, in different forms. He pretended to be in his original form, as he floated through the water, pushing his arms out, kicking his feet, forcing his heavy human body to stay above water as he closed his eyes and listened to the water.

Everything was different when he was a two footer: scent, sound, touch, and taste.

He hoped he could change form on his own. Perhaps if his Witch would get better at their magic, they could grant him that gift, could instil in others the ability to change their shape. He dreamt that he was back on four feet. He clambered out of the water, body low to the ground, stretched his back, rolled the bones and felt them etch against each other. Then he brought his body down to the ground and rolled around in the dirt. He could feel his phantom wings, his phantom tail. He could sense the way the dirt felt on his cold scales. He could taste the blood of a fresh kill.

He could pretend. He didn't know if he possessed this ability before, or if this was a result of how often he changed shape.

He was still a human when he flung his body back into the water, it drowned all the way to the bottom before he pushed it upward again. He grinned, though he stopped himself from breathing in the water.

He saw another figure nearby, looking his way, while he was submerged in the shallow stream, just his head and bare shoulders coming out of the water, his eyes scanning her face in turn.

[justcleodora]

When Cleodora lazily turned in Yazi's direction, she was of half a mind to threaten him into leaving her alone, but the moment his scanning eyes met hers, the nymph's eyes were once again flushed with rose and she froze. Cleodora's lips parted as she gasped from shock as her consciousness of presence was torn from her.

The familiar's experiences were not played before her, no, instead, the familiar's experiences were her own. Cleodora was no longer a spectator on the outskirts of a scene, but instead had become Yazi. Cleodora was just a scaly creature driven by instinct. She explored the world around her, thriving in the water, salivating at a fresh kill. She exulted, and swam, completely at peace and then- no, she was human. Suddenly choking on the water that had been her home, she burst from the waters' surface to inhale a deep lungful of dry, raspy air. These memories were vivid, and impossible for Cleodora to discern from reality.

It feels foreign and dry, everything about the new human form. Her skin is too soft, too easy to bruise and tear. Again, and again Cleodora shifts between the forms chosen by Yazi's witch. She hasn't yet adjusted to the fast transitions, she can't understand how or why she transitions. Soon, the experiences feel like a blur, her existences, a melting pot, till she loses sense of what she was first, man or crocodile.

The sense of depersonalisation deepened with each forced transformation, growing to anticipate which new bodies, new limbs, new diets... Autonomy feels like a distant memory as Cleodora the nymph, processed Yazi's experiences. Though trapped in his past, absorbed by a sense of being Yazi, it is her own emotional responses to each circumstance, not Yazi's. She is privy to Yazi's select pasts, but not his feelings. Unaware of this, Cleodora mistakes her feelings for his.

Though only seconds have passed by, the pink in Cleodora's eyes begin to fade to blue as she grasps onto her own identity, own present circumstances. The nymph is visibly shaken as she feels herself returning to her own body. Violently, Cleodora is wrenched from Yazi's perspective and launched back into the present. She is trembling, her typically ardent gaze only intensifying as she earnestly admires the beauty before her.

This nameless stranger lives a life torn between his human and animalistic forms, Cleodora interprets, and assumes Yazi was born man. With Yazi's autonomy stripped from him by an unknown magical force, the nymph guesses at curses, perhaps a malicious yet powerful scorned lover... The man was very handsome, in a rugged, kind of wild way that delighted the young nymph. She looked him over, a hand softly landing over her heart. She felt she knew this stranger, however naively and perhaps arrogantly. She felt that her vision gave her insight that no one else could possibly have, surely?! It was a romantic notion to say the least... Perhaps, they were connected, Cleodora thought, by fate, perhaps she was the one who needed to save him. Or, ever so slightly realistically, Cleodora was like a child behind the wheel of a vehicle she had no business driving.

With dream like notions of their "connection" in the forefront of Cleodora's mind, the beauty sits up. Bright blue eyes look into Yazi's own, and a serene, omniscient expression settled on the delicate features of her face. Regally, Cleodora lifted one hand and offered it to the man and waited patiently for her "prince" to greet her with decorous aplomb.

[justcleodora]

| Cleodora & Yazi | Starter |

@pandokofswamp

Where: Edge of Destarin Forest When: Early afternoon

Though Cleodora had failed to arrive for another shift at the local grocers, it only took a little stroll along the outskirt of the forest to find the run away nymph. She had a flagrant disregard for what was expected of her and it showed, given she had no intention of hiding away at home. No, the nymph instead was floating in a stream, the pale rose of her wet gown matching the pink in the nymph's eyes.

Though the nymph had drank from her waterfall yesterday, remnants of it's sight seeing gifts remained, evident in the hue of her usually crystal blue eyes. After an extended stay in town, the nymph had gorged on the water source and thus had spent the majority of the morning, trapped in a confusing blur of visions. As the pink clouded her eyes, Cleodora lost her grip on the present and was forced into the futures of those closest to her as well as those who were complete strangers to her. The visions were confusing, filled with languages unknown to Cleodora, a sea of changing faces disorientating her.

While the nymph was a vision in a rose dress, submerged in water, her dark hair splayed around her face, the lazy water stream slowly carrying her past lily pads and various flowers, Cleodora's visions were anything but pretty and peaceful.

As such, when she was permitted respite randomly, the nymph sat up suddenly, her legs hitting the pebbled floor beneath her, and her eyes draining of all traces of pink. The sense of peace and calm in the area was disrupted by Cleodora dragging her wet frame from the water so she could lie on the bank exhausted. If there was ever a reason to cease all visits to the Kyngeshed in the future it was this. Taverns lead to bad decisions, and bad decisions always seemed to circle back to the gift she had no control over and no desire to practice.

The nymph huffed and rolled onto her side so she was looking across the wide, shallow stream. The sound of an unfamiliar splash caught the weary nymph, and it was with a wary gaze that she sat up and turned to see who or what had joined her.

[justcleodora]

| Cleodora & Leopold | Starter |

Location: Destarin Forest When: Middle of the night @leopold-dawson

Deeply sequestered away in the Destarin Forest resides a large family of nymphs. Their homes are tucked between some of the forests' tallest trees, often disguised by the verdurous branches, and are cleverly crafted by hand, with a process called joinery. The simple reason for this particular architecture being; the family's deeply inherent value for nature - a healthy approach given the land is their life source. This family lives in harmony with nature, and only a mile or so from their tree based homes is their sacred source of sight; a waterfall and the plunge pool beneath it.

This is where one lone nymph found herself. After an extended period of time spent in the trade district of town, the nymph found herself physically and spiritually parched. Practically forced by her sudden quench for the water source, the raven haired nymph stumbled from the Kyngeshed and began the long journey to the forest and then to her sacred source.

Half drunk and a little delirious from dehydration, the nymph shed the blue gown she wore, and the various undergarments, discarding them like bread crumbs in her wake, until she stepped out unsteadily onto the rocky waters edge in her chemise. Though she plunged her hands into the running water and took several generous gulps, the allure of water pouring over the mouth of the cave was too much to resist. It looked like black, liquid night, and the sound of the plunge pool water called to the tipsy nymph.

Though drunk, Cleodora was not without her wits, and so when she smiled and took the step over the edge, her hands rising above her like a dancer, as she fell with familiar grace into the plunge pool.

Beneath the watery surface, for a minute or so, Cleodora remained submerged, looking up at the moonlight. Feet and hands met nothing but but the soothing embrace of cold water, and for a while she lingered enjoying the sensation of weightlessness. To feel at home underwater, even without the ability to breathe, felt like a wonderful thing to Cleodora. She could fly here, dance here, see here... Only one thing could break her from her reverie, and that one thing was a face above her. The nymph cocked her head in drunken confusion... he should not have been there... this was her pool...

[bellamychevasym]

The uncomfortable nature of Cleodora's laugh did little to concern Bellamy, the woman could have outright called it creepy and Bella would have remained stedfast in her efforts for everything inside. A gown for when she found a way to acquire wings once more, dark dresses made only for the comfort of wandering a grand estate reading, suits with pockets sewn inside to fit some of the tiny pocketsized books her sire owned.

"You whole family will be in attendance then? To judge those coming to enforce a litany of rules upon us?" Bellamy asked as she moved to one side of Cleodora, pining elements of the dress so they fit her shape more appropriately. It was fortunately that for the most part they had similar shapes and that the dress was only partially done, only minor adjustments needed to be made, let out slightly around Cleo's waist as she did not exist on a diet of blood, tighter around her chest, wider at her hips, nothing too drastic, half a centimetre at most.

"Maybe you will find someone beautiful to dance with, or handsome, or some combination of the two," she noted, not imagining it would be hard for Cleodora because as disinterested in seduction as Bella was she knew most of the town would be enthralled by the nymph.

[justcleodora]

The mention of outsiders from the kingdoms coming to Destarin brought a thrill of excitement over the Nymph who was delighted by the thought of change and excitement for a little tension. Most in town were laughing at the thought of anyone trying to sew seeds of harmony in the lawless town, but some, like Cleodora, were excited to catch sight of the representatives.

The allure of the kingdoms was obvious to Cleodora, their riches being the most seductive element for most. For Cleodora and other starry eyed, self-indulgent individuals who knew nothing of the realities of court life, it was the romantic fantasy of chivalry, courtly precedents, and an opulent lifestyle. In Cleodora's mind, she lived in patch work tree houses due to their community's inherent need to protect nature. Her clothes were never new or made just for her. Even a claim to her mother had to be shared with siblings and cousins. While Cleodora was expected to share everything and own only the essentials. She fantasised about the creatures at court, swathed in rubies and diamonds before breakfast. They were deeply romanticised, genteel creatures in the nymphs mind.

"Undoubtedly!" the nymph asserted, a sly look coming over her face as she attempted to cloak her own excitement. "My mothers will all be there to assert who might be preoccupied with preserving the lands health... as if a Royal or anyone cares about the habitats of the banana slugs..." For a moment, a resentment towards the creatures Cleodora had romanticised and the Destarin residents, leaked out of her thoughtless ramblings. It was quickly chased away by vainer gossip "Thetis is with child, so she is just glowing, and my brother has everyone at home working to spruce up a tunic..." the nymph continued on, clearly jealous of her siblings, if reluctantly proud; a typically competitive yet loving sibling relationship. Cleodora longed for her siblings to succeed, she simply wished she could do that much better.

"That is indeed my hopes for the evening... You see why I need this dress now! It is not a frivolous expense?! It is essential if I am ever to distinguish myself!" the chatter became a little more animated now as she stressed her perceived the importance of the Gala. The nymph's fingers traced the fabric, admiring where the adaptions Bellamy had made so that the fabric snugly fit against her frame. "Bellamy, you really are divine with a pin and thread" she gushed, a change in her mood as she paid the compliment with absolute sincerity. "I will sing your praises all evening for this dress"

[tajhanasaha]

There was a moment where pink seemed to flash over Cleodora's eyes that Tajhana only just caught, curious if it was perhaps something instinctual and emotional, or if it was indeed some sort of foresight coming to the surface in reaction to seeing Tajhana's own so prominently displayed. It was certainly curious and Tajhana intended to see if she could draw it out again eventually, as Cleodora's eyes did shift back to blue quickly.

"Why would a God do such a thing?" Tajhana responded, because while the various Gods that gave gifts or purpose to people could be benevolent for the most part, in Tajhana's in experience, they were disinterested and selfish, their own emotions weighing more heavily on them than that of those who believed in them, or held some connection to them. "Why would a God care about you specifically? Why would they care what gifts you've attained unless it benefitted them?" she continued, glancing at the store as Cleodora suggested she was made for manual labour.

Eventually as Cleodora continued on her mother her eyes came back to the nymph. "Perhaps your mother cares more than a God, and desires your visions clearer so you are as strong as you have the potential to be?" Tajhana mused, allowing her eyes to close, the fold of her lid lingering for a moment before eventually it was as though it was not there at all. "Perhaps if she has a sight of her own she knows you are not a lost cause, and that your potential is far greater than the 'giggly nymphs' around her," she continued. "All things you would know the answers too if you were willing to practice with me."

Tajhana adjusted the fabric that draped over her form, feeling it slowly shift off her shoulder, but continued her thoughts. "You need not practice with me, if you truly feel you are hopeless, but the Teahouse is still a place of relaxation and freedom from judgement," she insisted, a softness to her words that were perhaps more pleading than her other statements. In the end she could only push people so much, but she could always hope they still desired an exploration of self, even if it was just conversationally. "No one person is one thing that they have ever done or experienced. You could simply enjoy a warm drink with someone kind."

[justcleodora]

Blue eyes widened at Tajhana's reference to the Gods and her cheeks warmed. Of course the questions were ones Cleodora had wondered herself... if the Gods cared for whether she were a skilled seer or just an extra nymph for procreations sake. It was, in Cleodora's opinion a vapid question, a self indulgent thought that did not align with the communal beliefs of her family. Cleodora thought herself arrogant for deigning to think a God would honour her with their intentions of their plans. Was Tajhana such a skilled seer she could see these ruminations of Cleodora's? Did she see just how self absorbed she was, the nymph wondered. For a moment, she wished she could tap into her own gifts to gain some insight, and the impulse irritated the nymph who avoided the process where she could.

"I would not presume to think myself an important pawn for the Gods" she said humbly, casting her gaze to the floor, as if she might conceal her thoughts and feelings from the experienced seer. She believed what she said. At her core, Cleodora deeply believed she was not special, not unique and certainly not worthy of a second thought from her Gods. And in truth, that angered the nymph, who was to be special. To someone.

As such, Tajhana's next words caught Cleodora's attention. Her mother had always tried to impart on Cleo just how valued she was, how paramount it was that Cleodora work on her gift so she could assume her rightful place as an equal, respected voice in their family. The problem was, Cleodora needed more than words, and she felt - whether correct or not, is disputable - her mother had spread herself thin amongst the family members, and her words of love and encouragement had also been heard by Cleodora's siblings. How could they all be important? How could they all be special? It seemed to Cleodora, that her mother's words were duplicitous or at least disingenuous.

But was Tajhana? Would this seer offer to invest time in Cleodora, if she was just one of many?

The offer to simply spend time at the Treehouse seemed to the nymph, that Tajhana was leaving the door open to speak, if at a later date, when Cleodora was comfortable, she might, in her own time, come to Tajhana herself. The thought did not seem realistic, but it was the freedom in Tajhana's invite that finally swayed the nymph.

"I suppose there is no harm in enjoying a warm drink..." she said slowly, lifting intent, blue eyes to look into Tajhana's "I would be rude not to treat you to your own tea, if only to apologise for my mother and I wasting your time" the woman quickly added, as if to cover for any further disappointment. Perhaps, also to assert that she was not interested in training, even if that assortment was starting to sound unsure...