float upon the air - return

[nemhain.]

Sanzu was... amusing. Yes, amusing was the word that the large fenghuang would use for the child that clumsily stumbled towards her, a huge grin split across her beaklike mouth. Nem simply cocked her head to one side at Sanzu's excited ramblings, but eventually she just spoke softly, no hint of anger in her voice – she had no real reason to be, "Persona does not mean a big bird. But I am a big bird. I am known as a fenghuang." Sure, perhaps Nemhain was not built for these quiet moments, shoved in between the blood pumping battles and exciting awakenings, but that didn't mean she couldn't try, at the very least. The approach of Rin putting Nem even further at ease, and she glanced at the Magna for a moment before blinking at the words that left the female's mouth. Food, and water, for the strange funny child. Yes, she supposed that made sense. The poor thing was so... small. Vulnerable, really. She needed fattening up, as well as taking care of. Nemhain could do that. And even though Rin hadn't technically ordered her too, she was already up and in the air, half flying and half trotting over to where ghe large pile of fresh kill was.

As Nem came to a landing near the pile, she heard Lemy's soft and faintly joking voice, and her head snapped up, blinking slowly at him. Her gaze narrowed for a moment, evidently not overwhelmingly pleased with being order around by someone who wasn't Rin, but not mentioning it. After all, Rin would probably be displeased if Nem snapped and lashed out at a fellow Elysite, and Nemhain had no desire to see her lady angry. So, instead of yelling or grumbling, Nem just shifted a little, mumbling softly, "'Fancy persona powers' are mostly offensive. Persona abilities are not generally created with the intent for peaceful moments." She then turned back to Sanzu, lowering herself in a similar manner to before as she echoed Lemy's sentiment, "I can, however, retrieve Sanzu food from the pile. So yes, what is your favorite food... little one?" The affectionate little naming convention was new, and felt wrong on her tongue, but she thought perhaps it would be comforting, even if it didn't seem as though Sanzu was too unnerved by her presence.