Her eyes widen ever so gradually as the other drones on and on, but she remains vigilant. The floating shards keep themselves trained on her, her nimble limbs keeping suspended in the air as she takes in all of the other’s movements. (+)

The nymph narrows her eyes in disbelief even more at this. Of course there has to be ( something ) going on here! Why is this mysterious figure here, she wonders. Does he want something from her? What does he seek to get out of this..?! She takes a shallow breath. (+)

A choked gasp left her lips as the orb she so carefully wielded had evaporated. The sight shocked her, and it took her a moment to process the fact that it had even happened at all. “Then why approach me?” the nymph asks. “Is there something you wanted? Is this .. (+)

Elowen was absorbed, too absorbed in her ruminations to notice the approaching figure. The slightest contact could make her flinch now in these uncertain and terrifying times. This time was no different. When she tapped her shoulder, the naiad’s actions were swift, graceful, but all the — (+)

Not .. unlike her Hermes? She stiffens in place. Her elven-like ears wiggle a tad. If he was trying to dissuade her suspicion and concern, he wasn’t doing a very good job at it. If that’s even his intention. (+)

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She wakes. Ah, that was a lovely rest. How .. long was it? . . . A — A month—?!

It was if instinct took over. She didn’t attack, and yet didn’t flinch in the face of uncertainty. With the swiftest flick of her wrist, a stream of water emerged from her canteen to form a whip-like shape. She aimed it toward the mysterious presence. (+)

🏳️‍⚧️💝

This … strange contraption. Is it — human technology? It has this odd crackling effect. She holds her cloak close as she eyes the radio and listens to the voice emanating from it, appearing awestruck and dumbfounded all at once. .. A tournament? .. The .. multiverse? —

// pssst new mutuals 👀 my nymph character is waiting for u✨✨

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𝐓𝐖, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐓𝐂 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↺ + ♡

// anyone in the hellaverse side of things still around..,,? 👉👈

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Deep in thought. Her mind, it looks like its gears are turning in earnest. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Running. Running through the streets of Pride. Wild thick wisps of her red hair billow behind her. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( The nymph’s stomach drops. ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Oh gosh, n—no..! I wouldn’t imagine doing such a thing, your highness. I don’t wish to be involved in— .. such a way.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Yes, I .. appreciate the insight.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( Blinks, ears beginning to flatten. ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Your highness.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( She has to be more on her toes now. ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . Good .. to know. ( 💧 ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Star gazing. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

// gonna try being here again 🧚 wanna throw the nymph in here so hi bats lashes

“The Nymph caught the Dryad in her arms.” 🍃✨

// trying to be active here….,, ;; idk im not findin it in me lately even tho I wanna shake the hellaverse w my nymph babe

// looks uhahuh hey folks —

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . . “Well I need them for sight, so I’d rather have them not taken. Thank you.” ( 💢 ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ … 𝘞𝘩𝘺..?! ( 💧 ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “There are some .. questionable people here, yes. Very much so.” ( 💧 ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

// gulps the equilateral triangle is online

𝘕 — . . . 𝘕𝘰. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘪𝘵—𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦..!

𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘌𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺. (+)

𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 .. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 .. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. (+)

𝘌𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩. 𝘈 𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. (+)

// seeing the likes on my post makin me 💗💖💞💕

// getting my ass up to post this even tho im sweating bullets over it — . ♡ this if I can tag you for discussions of storylines or for in-character banter!

// so that episode Huh

// getting my ass up to post this even tho im sweating bullets over it — . ♡ this if I can tag you for discussions of storylines or for in-character banter!

// heeeeello lgbt community 👁️ anyone theeere? I’m tryna find inspo for this acc—and trust me i wanna take my character here far and have ideas and plot points to explore—but it’s difficult with the lack of engagement ideas for what I can do?? •w• ;;

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝘓𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘺. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Sure, but, .. isn’t there—,” *she leans over a little, luminescent eyes ever bright and curious,* “—more than this? Something .. more positive? Anything? Surely this can’t be everything.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Why do you .. look at such things? Are these .. negative postings—everywhere?” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

𝑀𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈.

𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳—𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵—, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦. (+)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Gods, .. how . . . .. scathing.” ( 💧 ) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

// looks at the timeline grabby hands where are my mutuals🥺🥺

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘵 120 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

// would…..anyone wanna follow my personal/art-focused bluesky acc—? 👉👈

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Oh! Alastor, it’s .. been some time. Hello..!” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀