02-01-2020, 03:16 PM
Screeching and terror wasn't really an uncommon reaction to Nemhain appearing, unfortunately for her. It was annoying, given the fact that Nemhain hadn't exactly chosen her own form. It was just what she had manifested as, and she had never exactly attempted to change it. Sure, she was massive and had powers that could be quite the scare to anyone who saw them, but it wasn't as if she had threatened Sterling on sight. Hell, he didn't even know what she was capable of yet! Yet here he was, screeching his head off and mumbling to himself as if she had threatened him and his entire family. A snort left Nemhain as she shook her head, her wings pressing down tightly against her sides as she stuck her head in closer. She chirped deeply to Sterling, her head tilting to one side as she inspected him, "I am not a giant scary bird. My name is Nemhain, and I am a persona. I am not going to hurt you. Not unless you are a threat to me or lady Rin." Her voice was straightforward and slightly aggravated, but not outright threatening or anything along those lines. Although she was primed and ready to resort to violence, in case Sterling's seemingly cute and amusing little rants devolved into threats or crazy violent rambling.
With her tail feathers flicking back and forth behind her, the fenghuang stepped back a little, figuring that was the best option for now. After all, Sterling seemed to be panicked and erratic enough. Curious about why the other kept mumbling to himself and acting as if he was having a conversation back and forth, Nemhain hesitated for a moment before she spoke again, "Are you... alright? Healthy? Have you been dropped on your head at all lately?" Her line of questioning might've been a little bit rude, but her people skills were rusty – actually they were essentially nonexistent – and she felt the need to be direct. Besides, it was probably just what Rin was thinking and was to polite to ask. At least if Sterling answered Nemhain's questions, they could figure out how to possibly help him. Or maybe not, if he was just... like this. She hoped it was just a temporary thing, since she wasn't sure she could take much more of the strange ramblings with no point.
With her tail feathers flicking back and forth behind her, the fenghuang stepped back a little, figuring that was the best option for now. After all, Sterling seemed to be panicked and erratic enough. Curious about why the other kept mumbling to himself and acting as if he was having a conversation back and forth, Nemhain hesitated for a moment before she spoke again, "Are you... alright? Healthy? Have you been dropped on your head at all lately?" Her line of questioning might've been a little bit rude, but her people skills were rusty – actually they were essentially nonexistent – and she felt the need to be direct. Besides, it was probably just what Rin was thinking and was to polite to ask. At least if Sterling answered Nemhain's questions, they could figure out how to possibly help him. Or maybe not, if he was just... like this. She hoped it was just a temporary thing, since she wasn't sure she could take much more of the strange ramblings with no point.
there's more to life than their way, if you live you cannot stay, why does nobody want change? let your voice ring out, yeah, take the mask off and be free, find yourself in the debris ... :
「 nemhain | elysium | tags | rin's persona | penned by stilly 」—————————————————
IF YOU HOLD ON LIFE WON'T CHANGE, WAKE UP, GET UP, GET OUT THERE