the weight of an invisible crown - joining

[nemhain.]

Nemhain was far from a weak creature. Such a thing was self evident, considering the fenghuang's status as a persona. By nature, personas were not meant to be weak. They were manifestations of power from a person's very soul, plucked from the darkness and shadows that they lingered in until the day that they were needed. I'd someone's soul and personality was weak, then they would never have a persona, which made it quite obvious why there were no soft personas. Despite this, some fools sought to destroy the power that personas had, mostly because they were frightened by it. They were weak souled bastards who thought that if they destroyed a persona, then they could be considered strong. Nem had never thought much of these people, figuring they were nothing but cowards too weak to have anything to do except pick and feast upon the strong. She would think much the same of Abidemi's father, should she ever meet him. Perhaps he had done the right thing, destroying Abidemi's siblings for the good of the world, but to go after one such as Abidemi, who had no strength of his own? It was supreme cowardice, at least in the eyes of Nemhain. At least when she fought others that were above or below her level of supreme power, she was doing it for the good of others. For the good of Rin in particular, but also for the good of all of Elysium as a whole. She fought beasts such as the gods not for their power, and not for the fame, but to protect others that she cared for, and that Rin cared for.

The sounds of several voices were what attracted Nemhain to the mountains that day, her ears picking up soft, nervous ramblings as she flew overhead, on the lookout for the beast that she could remember from Rin's memories. Curiosity piqued, the fenghuang found herself swooping downward, landing on the cold earth in a wave of feathers and shadow as she slowly stood back up to her full height. She towered over everyone there, including Abidemi. From the tone of the other male's voice that she had heard from above, she could certainly tell that he was the jumpy type, and no doubt the type to be terrified by a nine foot tall bird encroaching on his space. As such, Nem stayed back, settling down beside Rin and offering the magna a nod of greeting. She could feel the other's antsy suspicion clear as day running through her veins, washing like a cool chill through her feathers. Rin was rattled to the bone after that whole beast incident that had ended in the deaths of that pair of mother and child. Nemhain couldn't say that she blamed her, but the persona also hoped that not too much progress on recovery had been lost because of it. A sigh left her before she focused her dark gaze on Abidemi, chirping deeply in greeting to the male as she stretched large, multicolored wings, "Greetings, Sir Abidemi. Just as the others have said, the land you stand on is that of Elysium... are you perhaps interested in joining our group? Or simply curious about the stories you have heard?"