@prometheanpiero location: Moon Gate, Fey Forest notes: another gift for my jestie
"You caught me." Nettelia looked towards the speedster, his rapid footsteps had been audible for a fraction of a second and he'd likely been upon her before she even heard them, but she'd know their sound anywhere. "I was curious. It's quite beautiful, isn't it? I suppose they must have had similar structures in Elysia when you were there." Worlds ago when Prometheus was still young, when he spread his wings without a negative association being tied to it.
In truth there was a large part of her that was happy to see him and glad for the company. Nettelia's mind had been working overtime lately, guilt and regret at the forefront but she couldn't let them anchor her down. This city had been handed off to the next generation and she wanted to leave it to them, she did, but she loathed the thought of passing off a burden and calling it someone else's responsibility. This mess... What she did to Oztalun, this was her doing. She'd poured his pure soul into the damned book's creation, then the Asphodel had gone back and retrieved the other half. Nettelia couldn't right that wrong, not anymore, but she could focus on what could be done, and who could be saved. "Can I ask you something? It's about Octavian."